[He wasn't the best at dealing with emotions, but he was skilled at reading them -- his work with the X-men and his intense dedication to his kendo training had taught him the importance of being aware how the people around him were feeling, even if he didn't necessarily always know what to do about it. Perhaps knowing, as always, was half the battle? At any rate, she seemed a bit unsure of herself, which he chose to pretend he didn't see, since pointing it out seemed counterproductive.]

[For a moment or two, he was quiet, taking a sip of his coffee as he mulled over what to say to her.]

Classes can only tell you so much, anyway. Experience will teach you more.

[Another pause. He tended to be the harsh voice of realism, which was what people most often needed from him. Comfort... came less naturally. But he was learning a little bit, of late.]

You can't tell them everything, so try and show them the things that make them want to learn more on their own.

And if it feels like they're fighting you... figure out why. Keep the techniques that serve you, and get rid of the ones that don't.

You'll learn.