Disturbed
Roy was now thoroughly worried. Jean was suspiciously silent, had been so for a week. If he didn't know better, he'd say his Captain was... actually... gloomy. The man wasn't even smoking and hadn't cracked a grin for some time.
So Roy was both worried and disturbed. He didn't think it was possible for Jean's mother to cow the man so completely that he forgot to be himself.
His eyebrows twitched together as Havoc entered the office. The poor man looked almost grey; exhausted, like he had spent too many hours worrying about something. And Roy didn't particularly want to know what it was that had kept Jean up at night... even though... they hadn't even spoken for five days, much less camping out in the same apartment. Which he actually kind of missed. Two weeks of being celibate was tough on a man who –
He blinked. Something inside was clamoring to get his attention, and he had a sneaking feeling that it had something to do with the finish of that sentence and why Jean looked so goddamned horrible. Deciding that exploring that particular thread of thought would be more interesting than paperwork, he bent his formidable intelligence to the task.
He was so long in thinking that he completely missed the fact that Major Hawkeye had actually asked his Jean Havoc out on a date.