The smile was nervous because... she hadn't been apart of his life for so long. That she might be utterly useless in helping Jay. But neither she nor the young Hulk were telepaths, it was never apart of the stars when it came to that.

But the smile grew hopeful, bright, true when she sees the expression soften and she clutches her hands together so she doesn't reach up and touch his hand. He might see that as an attack, and there's a tiny delighted voice that sings in the back of her mind, he still likes me.

The discomfort hadn't been due to Jay's strength. May long knew she was durable, perhaps in some ways more durable than her father had been. It had been a simple fear of size rather than being crushed when Jay was transformed. For all her snark, he had been her only boyfriend (porn lied about what women wanted, they liked smiles). She had moved out of state (and hating it) because of a degree, for a fresh start for everyone.

"Jay no-" She began softly before her eyes widened in alarm and sprung to the side before the car could come down. "Jay, please!"