[Jean wasn't going to wait for him again tonight - he learned his "lesson" last night, loud and clear. Marco doesn't want his help, doesn't care about his concern. Fine. Let him mess up and realize Jean was right all along. These are the thoughts that sour inside of him, a product of raw and bitter anger.
But a bigger part of him knows he can't accept that. He can't just stop worrying about his friend. So when dinner passes and Marco still isn't back, again, he finds himself pacing in the living room, throwing his eyes toward the door every few minutes. His thoughts fall on his journal, but he doesn't trust Marco to pull his head out of his own ass for long enough to check for a message.
By the time Marco comes back, Jean has settled onto the couch, arms crossed, eyes already on the door. He doesn't say a word this time, letting his unwavering glare communicate with his friend instead: I'm still keeping an eye out for you, whether you want it or not.]
[December 1st - Action]
But a bigger part of him knows he can't accept that. He can't just stop worrying about his friend. So when dinner passes and Marco still isn't back, again, he finds himself pacing in the living room, throwing his eyes toward the door every few minutes. His thoughts fall on his journal, but he doesn't trust Marco to pull his head out of his own ass for long enough to check for a message.
By the time Marco comes back, Jean has settled onto the couch, arms crossed, eyes already on the door. He doesn't say a word this time, letting his unwavering glare communicate with his friend instead: I'm still keeping an eye out for you, whether you want it or not.]