For @find-yourself-in-passion and the @aftgexchange.
Jeremy and Jean with a side of angst. Sorry this took so long.
also on AO3
It starts with a broken mug.
It’s not that the kitchen is messy, Jean has learned to take up as little space as possible and leave very little indication of his presence behind as to not enrage his superiors. The only other person who visits his dorm with any degree of frequency and uses his kitchenette is Jeremy and even he is in the habit of cleaning up after himself. It’s not about the broken mug the same way it’s not about the smudged glass in the sink or the dirty cutlery. But Jean is still on his hands and knees in the narrow space of tiled floor picking up pieces of his favorite yellow mug.
“Jean–”
“What.”
His answer is abrupt and biting. He looks up in surprise and scolds himself for not noticing Jeremy enter his dorm room with his own (illegally copied) room key.
