Yes, if he had been given the gift of precognition instead of optic blasts, Scott's Dear Diary entry for that day should have read:
A pretty average Wednesday... Today I was abducted against my will by my handsome winged male teammate. My foster father was very annoyed that I showed signs of thinking for myself instead of blindly obeying his every order. Warren took me to a lonely mesa where no one else could overhear our conversation and I tried to tell him that my girlfriend was scaring me, but then a celestial planet eating force for life, death, and regeneration, who was pretending to be Jean Grey, arrived with a picnic basket, chased Warren away, stole my visor, took control of my optic blasts, and then raped me, telling me to shut up as she did so. Later we had tea.
He really, really, REALLY should.