[Jean takes a step back, impassively watching Harry unravel for what's not the first time even today. It's a very typical tantrum for him: self-loathing, self-pitying, violent and loud and completely pathetic. He wants Jean to disagree (no, Harry, you're alright, you're no worse than the rest of us) or at least give him a good fight, but Jean just stares at him. Disgust isn't strong enough—or it doesn't encompass enough, or Jean is already so disgusted with the world that it doesn't even register. He's tired. For a moment, he entertains the idea of leaving Harry to his misery and going back to bed.
...And yet, Harry remembers something, which can't possibly be true. He didn't remember Jean's name, or Judit's, or his fucking own, so why would he remember the Unsolvable? It's probably just—those movies again, fictionalized crimes bleeding into Harry's already fractured mind. He hurt lots of women, then. Eight for every rerun of the film, over and over again. It felt real to Jean, and so it must have felt real to Harry. He doesn't especially feel like comforting him on that fact, though. Let him squirm. He has beaten people, so why shouldn't he feel like it?
Jean leans against the counter, letting his own temper cool down as Harry's rises. One of them has to be at least pretending to be reasonable.]
Stop acting sorry for yourself. You're a grown-ass man...fucking insufferable.
cw mentioned violence against women & police brutality
...And yet, Harry remembers something, which can't possibly be true. He didn't remember Jean's name, or Judit's, or his fucking own, so why would he remember the Unsolvable? It's probably just—those movies again, fictionalized crimes bleeding into Harry's already fractured mind. He hurt lots of women, then. Eight for every rerun of the film, over and over again. It felt real to Jean, and so it must have felt real to Harry. He doesn't especially feel like comforting him on that fact, though. Let him squirm. He has beaten people, so why shouldn't he feel like it?
Jean leans against the counter, letting his own temper cool down as Harry's rises. One of them has to be at least pretending to be reasonable.]
Stop acting sorry for yourself. You're a grown-ass man...fucking insufferable.
[He hesitates, picking at his facial hair.]
Yes. Great deduction, Mullen.