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Chapter 5: january-march

Summary:

The new year doesn’t necessarily bring much of any new news. New. Everything is new.

Jean kisses Jeremy goodbye in the morning, just like he has been since October. New. Laila is making plans to buy a house. New. Cat is going to move into that house. New. Xavier is scheduled for top surgery in March. New.

Notes:

this chapter is so short i only just realised but it's mainly because nothing is really going on... i left the ending ambiguous because i could have written what goes on at the end but it's over the time of jean's year.

the chapter is short but it feels even shorter because ive been uploading this week by week LOL sorryyyy

no warnings for this chapter. just enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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The new year doesn’t necessarily bring much of any new news. New. Everything is new.

 

Jean kisses Jeremy goodbye in the morning, just like he has been since October. New. Laila is making plans to buy a house. New. Cat is going to move into that house. New. Xavier is scheduled for top surgery in March. New.

 

“Come here, you crazy!” Xavier yells, grabbing Jean and throwing himself into him. He’s short; it’s almost like hugging Neil. Xavier used to be a striker, too. Jean eases into it, having more than enough time for him to see this coming. 

 

Cat chuckles from her desk, twirling her hand around her hand. “Happy for you, kid. Min is going with you?”

 

“Obviously,” Xavier grins, pulling away from Jean. “But doc, you’re gonna get a couple emails and stuff about insurance and all that. Is that okay?”

 

“It is my job.” Jean pats his shoulder, unable to stop his own attention diverting to Cody walking in. They look around, brightening up when they spot Xavier, but Jean doesn’t have Cody on his schedule for today, leading to him frowning. “Cody. Are you alright?”

 

Cody snickers, shaking Xavier’s hand as they pass one another. They clap their hands together, rubbing over their knuckles. Nervous. New.

 

“Spit it out,” Jean hisses, crossing his arms.

 

Cody groans, dropping their hands in a heap. “Coach the little leagues with me? You just had Kevin here, right? I just need some pointers– A couple of my kids are pretty heavy and I… I don’t wanna cut ‘em from the team but I’m strugglin’ a little bit.”

 

“Do you want me to coach,” Jean starts, narrowing his eyes, “or do you want me to be the team’s therapist?” He’s not about to be the next Betsy Dobson, especially not for a bunch of kids that might rival the Foxes criteria. Jean doubts it will come to that, or they would have been sent Wymack’s way years in advance.

 

“Coach,” Cody replies, trying for reassuring but Jean doesn’t want to be mean. It’s not working in his favour so he doesn’t say anything. He’s learning to keep his mouth shut. New.

 

“Let me think about it,” he answers, and it leads him to a conversation with Jeremy that is not interrupted enough by his boyfriend kissing him. He actually wants to consider it, since he’s done it in the past but Jean got distracted because Jeremy kissed him like he’d been gone for weeks and now he’s sporting a partial and praying that Jeremy will make a decision in the next two minutes so Jean won’t feel bad about kissing him again.

 

“I’ll help if you do,” Jeremy says, cuddling up to Jean. “If you want me to. Why do you have a pillow?”

 

“Don’t move it,” Jean warns, looking down at him. A strategically placed pillow is saving him right now. “You did this.”

 

“I do a lot of things.” Jeremy’s face splits into a sheepish grin, his honey eyes swimming like flowing caramel. “Really? That easy, huh?”

 

Jean sours, scowling at his boyfriend. “A cool breeze could have done it for me before we started dating.” It’s stupid to admit but Jeremy is actually offended, his jaw dropping. “Can we have this conversation later?”

 

Jeremy snaps his mouth shut, snickering at Jean. “About coaching or how much I turn you on?”

 

Jean doesn’t remember what he answered. But he lays in Jeremy’s bed, Jeremy kissing along his jaw until he meets Jean’s lips and it’s exactly as it ought to be. He doesn’t know if it’s him or Jeremy who hums, but it’s Jean that talks first. New.

 

“It would be better for you to help,” he murmurs, kissing Jeremy gently. “As a striker.”

 

Jeremy is the one to hum this time, absolute. “Mkay, baby. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Coaching, making dinner, running away…”

 

Jean snickers, nipping at Jeremy’s lip. “You’d drop everything?”

 

“Pretty much.” Jeremy turns on his side, his arm over Jean’s chest. It’s serene, calm and trapped in the moment. It is their little world and Jean does not want to trade it for the world. “Tell Cody you will. Do the coaching. Do you want dinner?”

 

Jean shakes his head. He sits up, meeting Jeremy’s eyes for a moment before he tosses the sheets up, getting under them. Jeremy stays still but ends up laughing when he realises what Jean is going for. “Jean! I am not dinner!”

 

It’s not perfect but it’s perfect enough for Jean.



***

 

Coaching the little leagues is an interesting affair.

 

Most of the kids are terrified of him. Jean doesn’t care much, a little unnerved that the girls seem to like him more than the boys. He doesn’t give it much thought until he’s having to sit down with a group of three girls and ask them why they can’t seem to play on the field together. So much for not being the team’s therapist.

 

They’re only twelve. Jean had his fair share of problems at twelve but he’s not equipped to deal with she said this, she said that and she’s a bitch, she’s ugly. Jean stops them all halfway, holding his hand up and says, “So don’t be friends.”

 

“You can’t say that, man,” Cody sighs later, when the girls have finally gone back to practise. “Girls don’t work like that.”

 

“I’m not here to therapise,” Jean answers, watching as the group of girls link together and start their drills. So far, so good. “I told you that, Cody.”

 

“I know, I know, but it’s more…” Cody tilts their head, chewing on their lip piercing for a moment. “I mean, didn’t you have some issues in your team?”

 

“Ravens were tasked with playing. We fought but we all wanted the same thing. The Foxes are the same.” Still the same, since Wymack is still coaching them. “It’s… It’s not the same. And these girls are only twelve. I don’t care if they don’t want to play together because they aren’t friends. They are teammates. They don’t need to be friends.”

 

“Are you friends with Josten? Day?”

 

“Yes,” Jean grits out. “It’s not the same.” He didn’t once call Kevin or Neil ugly and declare them not his friends because he was upset. He doesn’t think he’s ever considered it. “Whatever. Jeremy can… play nice if you want someone to therapise.”

 

“Throwing him under the bus?” But Jeremy is a natural with kids. Jean isn’t too bad, weirdly enough, and he’s pleased to see that what he lacks with the boys, Jeremy makes up for. He’s infectious in the best way possible, catching up with everyone when he can. 

 

It’s nice to see that Jean isn’t the only one that Jeremy’s charm works on. On the drive home, Jean unwinds what happened on his part but Jeremy doesn’t have much to offer aside from, “I’ll talk to ‘em next week. Don’t worry about it, gorgeous.”

 

Jean doesn’t worry about it much. When one of the girls comes in with a cold, it’s whatever. But soon enough, half the team is sick and it’s not playoffs so it doesn’t matter but Jean is growing more and more irritated the most of the little leagues he sees in his office, talking about how much of a bitch whoever is.

 

“Small town syndrome,” Cat laughs when Jean checks one of the boys out to his mother in the waiting room, a prescription for antibiotics sent his way. “Everyone knows everyone’s business.”

 

“Well,” Jeremy says later, when Jean is huffing at the kitchen island, “she is right. It’s the beauty and the curse of a small town. You should be used to it by now.”

 

Jean looks at him, about to argue but stops. All at once, his mind slows and he has to remember the fact that it’s January. He doesn’t have long until he has to decide whether to sign on for another year or get the hell out of dodge, as Jeremy would say.

 

He hesitates too long, but Jeremy almost knows. He smiles, his eyes averting. “When May comes,” he starts, turning away slightly in his chair, “what will you decide?”

 

“I don’t know,” Jean admits because it’s true. At Jeremy’s crestfallen look, Jean reaches for him, meeting his eyes again. “Six months ago, I could not wait to leave. Now, I don’t know what is in store for me. I only know I didn’t want that job in Boston and I probably won’t want a job anywhere else, unless… It’s realistic for me to return.”

 

He means it, more than anything. He’s not afraid to admit it, even if he and Jeremy don’t work out. He cannot imagine them not being close, relationship or not. Jeremy seems to think the same, judging from his averted eyes and pink cheeks.

 

“Does it bother you?” Jean asks, curious.

 

Jeremy shakes his head, looking up at him. He smiles, unable to hide it. He cups Jean’s face in a rush and kisses him, sweet and chaste but full of everything they need. “Just talk to me when it comes, okay? I’ll be okay with anything as long as you tell me. We’re older so… Opportunities are bound to take us to other places.”

 

“You’re talking like you’ve been offered something.” It was only the little leagues that Jeremy has been up to, but Cody could have dropped something without Jean’s knowledge. “What was said?”

 

“Just about assistant coaching,” Jeremy answers, nudging their noses together. “Cody said they’ve got some pull at a college but they’ve never played striker. They asked if I would want to help, considering my college career.” He waves Jean off, chuckling when he presses a kiss to his turned face. “It’s probably nothing. I don’t know. I’m almost thirty-one, Jean. College was a long time ago and I haven’t played since.”

 

“Kevin was a fan of the Trojans,” Jean whispers. He was too, but never delved into anything to do with personal things. Jeremy Knox was well known, but Jean wasn’t in the headspace to acknowledge him at all. He’s glad he can now, in this life away from it all. “I understand why, with you as the captain. If the offer were to come, would you accept it?”

 

Jeremy hums, relaxing in Jean’s hold. He shrugs again, but there’s no regret or sadness that Jean can find in his expression. “Maybe. I wouldn’t mind going back to exy. I think it’s just in my nature to want to help and teach people. If any of the kids find my assistance helpful, then it’s worth it.”

 

Jean has to admire this aspect of Jeremy. It’s so ingrained in him, to want to help. Jean had to learn it, even as a doctor. It comes so naturally to Jeremy, just as he said. “Whatever you decide, just talk to me about it,” he parrots, pressing a kiss to Jeremy’s temple.

 

It will be a lot more complicated than that but Jean… Jean feels an odd sense of peace. He hasn’t had to ever worry about what comes next and now, it’s so refreshing to be normal. To wonder what’s on the horizon and not expect death. Jeremy will be thirty-one soon, Jean will be twenty-eight. For someone who didn't think he would live past twenty, this is suffocating in the best way possible.

 

“Come to bed,” Jean whispers, taking Jeremy’s hand. He pulls him from the bar stool, nodding to the hall. “Show me what this almost thirty-one year old knows.”

 

Jeremy tosses his head back and laughs, groaning as he lets himself be directed. “Do you have to reference my age?”



***



Kevin’s birthday in February is a quiet affair. 

 

Jean flies in for the weekend, finding Andrew and Neil in his living room with no Kevin in sight. Thea kisses his cheek when he comes in and tells him where to put the non-alcoholic wine he brought. “Kevin’s out with his dad,” she tells him, directing Jean to the living room. “The Foxes are on their way. I’m surprised you got here before anyone else.”

 

Jeremy opted not to come, due to Sebastian’s bar having some maintenance and electrical issues. It’s a job he had been putting off and he offered to help out before Kevin invited them, unable to go back on his word. Jean doesn’t mind being alone, per se, since Neil sticks to his side when the Foxes show up.

 

“They make an instance of coming for Kevin’s birthday,” Neil says into his glass, “because I never celebrate my own. This way, they don’t have to come for mine since I don’t want the effort.”

 

“Your birthday or your real birthday?” A low blow, but Jean is genuinely curious. Does Neil ever get confused about that?

 

“My birthday is my real birthday,” Neil responds, looking up at him with a dirty look. “But yes, the end of March. This works, since we have to celebrate Kevin’s birthday now. It’s not his thirtieth, so you didn’t really have to come.”

 

“I wanted to see you.”

 

“Don’t lie to a liar,” Neil smirks, elbowing him. “You have something to say.”

 

“I might go into surgery in LA,” he confesses, watching Dan and Matt greet Kevin with a kiss on each cheek that makes his shoulders seize up. He turns to look at Neil, raising his brows. “What do you think?”

 

“I would have a reason to visit, as well as my mother, if you moved,” Neil answers, tilting his head. “Jeremy would come with you?”

 

“He wants to see LA.” Jean smiles slightly at the memory. Country boy like me in LA? Just picture it, baby. Beaches and palm trees, oh, I can feel it! It made Jean a lot less anxious to apply for the position, since it’s one of the top rated hospitals in the country. He’d be working long hours, but he wants to do surgery work. 

 

Neil hums, accepting Andrew coming to stand between him and Jean to keep away from the rest of the Foxes. Nicky came but Aaron didn’t, thankfully, and Andrew apparently agreed to house his cousin as long as Nicky left him alone for tonight but that was short lived.

 

“He knows you weren’t serious,” Neil says to his… goalkeeper, offering his cup of too sweet non-alcoholic cider. “He hasn’t seen you in forever.”

 

“Then he can bother the birthday boy,” Andrew says, sinking against the wall. “I need to smoke but I can’t get to the back door.”

 

“Come out the front,” Jean says, leading the Andrew sandwich to the front door. They manage to get out with no one bothering them and run into Renee at the door, who kisses Jean’s cheek with a smile in greeting.

 

“Hey,” she says to Andrew, bumping her knuckles against his. “Smoke break?”

 

Andrew offers her his cigarette but she shakes her head. “One of many. Nicky is staying with us.”

 

“He hasn’t seen your house?”

 

“I haven’t,” Jean says, just to be annoying. Neil scowls at him, his lip curling. “Why should I lie? You did not invite me to a housewarming party.”

 

“We didn’t have a housewarming,” Neil answers, defiantly. Of course they didn’t but Jean is nothing if not annoying. He has learned from the best. The other best is inside, about to be kissed by Renee. 

 

It’s a nice night. Jean stays on the front porch with Neil, shifting over on the porch swing when Thea comes out. They don’t talk, not much at all and Kevin is soon to say goodbye to everyone, sending them to their respective homes for the night. Dan and Matt are staying in town, and they make their own way home. Allison couldn’t come, and Renee is staying with Andrew and Neil, tasked with taking Nicky home.

 

“Did you have fun?” Thea asks when Kevin stops at the porch. He waves to Nicky because Nicky is overly obnoxious about it, considering he’s not drunk. Kevin inhales, looks at his wife and gestures for her to uncross her legs. As soon as she does, he’s in her lap, his feet in Jean’s lap.

 

“I had fun,” Kevin says, leaning into Thea. The porch swing rocks and Jean lays a hand over Kevin’s leg, barely stifling a yawn. “You are moving to California?”

 

“I overheard,” Thea says when Jean shoots Kevin a look. “I didn’t get to meet your boy last time. You’re gonna take him with you?”

 

“In due time,” Jean answers, dragging his eyes back to Neil in front of him. “Our relationship is new. Different. I cannot expect him to drop everything but he… He might coach.” At the mention of coaching, Kevin is out of his wife’s lap and close to Jean, looking every bit like the diligent student he probably was when his head wasn’t up his own ass. 

 

They launch into a late night conversation about Jeremy’s college career and how much of an amazing coach he would be. Neil comments on the little leagues practises and how Jean shouldn’t bother with it, since his skills would be wasted on them. 

 

“Out of practise or not,” Neil starts, taking a cigarette from Andrew just to hold whilst the goalkeeper rolls another two, “there’s no point. You wanted to get away from exy.”

 

True but no cigar. “If it means Jeremy can be happy,” Jean murmurs, looking down at his crooked fingers that Jeremy loves to trace so much, “then I don’t mind being close to it.” It will be hard, and the adjustment period will be long but Jean figures that if he can still be friends with Kevin and Neil and not have to talk about exy every waking minute then maybe, this will be okay.

 

When Thea excuses herself, Kevin asks, “What about Ichirou?” but the question doesn’t strike so much fear into his heart as it once did. He just shrugs, smirking at Neil’s poorly disguised laugh.

 

“It will be what it is,” Jean says, watching Andrew roll his last cigarette with precise fingers. He runs his tongue along the paper and rolls it, one already behind his ear before he turns and lights it up. Neil leans back on the porch fence, his hands clasped in front of himself and plucks the cigarette from Andrew’s ear, into the pocket of Andrew’s jeans.

 

“Are you happy?” Kevin asks, drawing Jean back to him. “Like, genuinely?”

 

Jean doesn’t hesitate for once. “Yes,” he answers, drawn back to the dissipating smoke cloud from Andrew into the cool fall night. “I am happy.”



***

 

March comes and goes. With April starting up, everyone is getting ready for the school year to be over soon. Jean works, keeping up with everyone and welcomes Xavier home after surgery. It’s been a month since he had surgery and Jean surveys his scars as his phone rings from Cat’s desk.

 

“It’s good, hey?” Xavier says, grinning at Jean. He’s giddy with excitement, ready to get back into light weights and get back to his life again. “I was worried they would warp. They still might but– It’s good!”

 

“Keep up with the scar tape,” Jean says, turning away for Xavier to button his shirt back up. “It looks good but yes, the scars can still warp.” He looks over his shoulder and says, “If you wanted to have sex, you could.”

 

Xavier startles out a laugh, rubbing a hand over his face. “Yeah, I– Min’s already– She… Yeah.” He laughs again, shaking his head. “Thanks, doc.”

 

“Jean?” Cat calls, knocking on the door soon after. “It’s Jeremy on the phone. He keeps trying to call you.”

 

Jean sees Xavier out before he presses his phone to his ear, asking what Jeremy needs. His boyfriend laughs, telling him he missed him but Jeremy’s a bad liar and Jean doesn’t have the patience. 

 

“Okay, okay,” Jeremy relents. Jean can picture him pacing the house with his hand in the air. “So, I thought about teaching some more and spoke with Cody. To make an incredibly long story short, my old college has an assistant coaching position open.”

 

“California,” Jean breathes, looking straight at Cat. “You– But… Will you take it?”

 

“It doesn’t start until August,” Jeremy says, but his voice leaves no room for discussion. “We could do long distance for a while, couldn’t we? You saddle up, get your groove in California in May and I’ll… Well, I’ll keep the house and rent it out and we can… We can figure it out together when I’m there in August.”

 

Jean swallows, his excitement bubbling over the rational part of him. There’s things to plan, stuff they need to pack away but he covers his mouth and smiles. “Je t’iame,” he whispers, turning away from Cat’s knowing eyes. 

 

“What’s that mean?” Jeremy chuckles, repeating it back in such a horrible accent that it just makes Jean laugh.

 

“You’ll know. I will talk with you tonight but yes, we… We can figure it out.”

 

“Okay,” Jeremy answers, coming out in a rush. “I’m excited already. Is that weird?”

 

“No, not at all. I will see you tonight.” Jean throws a glance over his shoulder, shoving Cat away when she appears behind him, up on her toes to listen to their conversation. “Yes, goodbye. Catalina!” He grabs her hand where she has decided to poke his ass. “Stop!”

 

“You told him you loved him!” Cat yells, jumping up and throwing her arms around his neck. Jean, lest he choke himself, has no option but to take her weight, spinning around with his hands on her arms. He has the thought to check his phone and finds that Jeremy only just hung up, his stomach dropping.

 

“What?” Cat hisses, leaning over his shoulder. He looks at his phone, reading the call time and gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth. “Do you think– No, he would have hung up and then– Well, you said it! Why am I worried about it?”

 

“He isn’t supposed to know right now,” Jean snaps, pocketing his phone. “God– Get off me.”

 

Cat slips down, her heels clacking on the floor. She corrects her skirt, waving her hand at Jean’s scowl. “Whatever. Don’t say things in front of me if you don’t want me to know.”

 

“Why do you know what I love you is in French?”

 

“Because I’m not an idiot. Jeremy is. The joys of speaking more than one language. Te amo.” She grins, patting Jean’s cheek. “Come on, you wouldn’t have said it if you didn’t mean it. He’s going to find out. That’s if he can spell it.”

 

“We haven’t been dating for that long,” Jean whispers, covering his mouth. It’s a sad attempt to take back his words but it’s too late now. But Cat is right; he wouldn’t have said it unless he meant it. Then again, it’s also April. They started this wacky and weird relationship in October. That’s more than enough time to say I love you.

 

“Who cares?” Cat shrugs, swinging her hands by her sides. “I knew I wanted to marry Laila by the third date. I told her I loved her two months into the relationship. I knew it long before I said it.”

 

Jean nods, a little shaky. It’s new. New. Everything is new. He gathers his things in a daze and heads home, nerves eating away at him. He has half a mind to text Renee about what he’s done but she says the same thing Cat did; Jean would not have told Jeremy he loved him if he meant.

 

Jeremy finds him on the porch, looking down at him. It’s getting warmer and Jean hasn’t given up the jeans and long sleeves. Jeremy has, because he’d rather die than not wear a tank top and ripped jeans at his big age. 

 

“You love me,” he says, taking the breath right out of Jean’s lungs. Jeremy smiles at his expression which must be modified, his hands on his hips. He tilts his head into his shoulder, looking just like a southern girl on her best days. “Well, how could you not?”

 

“I can’t say it in English,” Jean stumbles out, forcing himself to swallow. “But I do.”

 

“I can,” Jeremy announces, stepping down the stairs. It’s slow, his swagger making Jean roll his eyes but he drags Jean close to him with a shit eating grin and whispers, “I love you,” against his mouth.

 

“Again,” Jean says, wrapping his arms around Jeremy’s waist. He picks him up, easily and Jeremy does as he’s told. He chuckles against Jeremy’s lips, kissing him sweetly. 

 

“Let’s do–” Jeremy kisses him again, wrapping his legs around Jean’s waist as they manage to get themselves into the house. “Dessert? I wanna– Mmm… I know you don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but I can bake something.”

 

Jean shakes his head, a minute gesture since Jeremy won’t let go of his face. “I will,” he says, letting Jeremy down slowly. “Crepes. Do you have cream?”

 

Jeremy shakes his head. “Hm-mm. I don’t wanna leave, though.”

 

“I need you to so I can recover.” He smirks at Jeremy’s snicker but his boyfriend is nothing if not kind. He pulls away from Jean, not without pressing a kiss to his cheek and grabs his keys from the bench. 

 

“Don’t miss me too much,” he calls, waving to Jean. 

 

When he’s gone, Jean pulls out his phone, his heart beating out of his chest. He finds a message from Renee, unable to fight the smile from his face. What did I tell you, Jean? It’s impossible to stop once you start.

 

He wants to move with me. To California.

 

Are you surprised?

 

He told me he loves me too, even though I couldn’t say it in English.

 

Jean, he loves you. He’s been loving you. It’s one of the easiest things I’ve ever done.

 

Jean tips his head back. If he keeps up this conversation, he’ll cry and he doesn’t need to have Jeremy finding him like that. He’s caused enough stress and problems, especially with the Ichirou saga.

 

To be here, in a house that’s not his home but could be, with someone he never thought he would have… It’s overwhelming. Loving people comes easy to Jean; accepting love in return is impossible. He inhales, covering his eyes for a moment before he groans. Dramatic. Jean is nothing if not dramatic.

 

He pulls out all the ingredients he needs, finishing up as Jeremy comes in with cream, strawberries and powdered sugar. “Okay, I got– You’ve been crying?” He looks at Jean, dumping everything on the bench and reaches for Jean, bringing him in close. “Baby, what happened?”

 

“Je t’aime,” Jean whispers, surprised to find it coming out clearly. Honey gold against steely blue. Jean adores it, the combination of the two of them. Sun and moon. Fire and ice.

 

Jeremy makes a show of kissing him, an exaggerated mwah! that makes Jean scoff. He nods to the ingredients, telling Jeremy to sit on the other side of the island bench so he can make these crepes and get his heart under control. Jeremy is almost thirty-one and they’re acting like teenagers, asking to hold hands with each other during snack break.

 

There’s no eye opening moment, no oh because it already happened. Jean has loved Jeremy since they met, since Jeremy traced the scars on his hands, since he kissed Jeremy’s forehead accidentally, since Jeremy learned to say Jean’s name correctly with his heavy accent. 

 

He finishes the crepes off, finding that Jeremy has snuck in a good serving of nutella with a cheeky smile. No one to disturb them in their little world as Jeremy feeds Jean the crepes as if they’ve ordered and are expecting a different taste. It’s silly, lighthearted, but Jean doesn’t care. Not when Jeremy leans against him and they’ll eat breakfast together for the next few months, every day.

 

California will be different but Alabama was out of the question for a long time. Jean can’t bring himself to regret any part of this year. His career is secure, and Renee has a very good point. For someone like Jean, in which loving comes so easily, loving Jeremy Knox is second nature. 

 

“I’ve never lived in an apartment,” Jeremy murmurs suddenly, still chewing his crepe. “Have you?”

 

“I have lived in a dorm. Neil and Andrew just bought an apartment.”

 

“House or apartment for California?”

 

“It depends what is available,” Jean answers. “I would not mind either.”

 

“But you can make a house a home.”

 

“You can make anything a home,” Jean corrects, pressing his nose to Jeremy’s hair. “You, specifically. And I will get there first, so I have to make it with you in mind. Something we can make together.”

 

Jeremy groans, clutching at Jean’s shirt. “Sappy. That’s my role.”

 

Jean didn’t think he’d get this far. There’s no shame in being a little sappy. Especially when it comes to Jeremy. 

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Notes:

woo okay here's part one :) it follows a timeline of a year !jean begins his journey in may so it will end in may of the following year

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