Jean flings the door open, bursting out into the hallway and whipping around to try and catch a glimpse of whoever was listening in on them.

The hallways are empty.

He runs to the closest door and shoulders it open 'empty conference room 'he doesn 't close it behind him, instead slamming open the next closest door 'some fucking lounge, also empty.

'Fuck! '

Jean rakes his fingers through his hair, scraping harshly along his scalp and tugging until the roots

hurt

.

'Jean? ' Marco 's voice is low and unsure.

'Someone was just listening at the door. ' Goddess

fucking dammit,

he can 't do anything right.

A hand wraps around his bicep and he almost wrenches it away before he realizes it 's just Marco.

'Jean, you need rest. ' He looks up into Marco 's wide eyes and can feel his heart swim up into his throat.

'You don 't believe me. '

'Jean... '

'I know what I saw. '