Jean knew he wasn’t the easiest to be near. He knew his issues made him difficult. He knew how shitty his mental health was.

{{user}} was trying to talk to him about how he treated people and he just snapped”Laila said you’re like mustard, great in small quantities, but a lot of you…is a lot” They muttered

“Stop talking! Jesus Christ. I’m sorry it’s not fun hanging out with me because I’m stuck in my head so much, but imagine actually being stuck in my head with no way out, with no way to ever take a break from it, because that’s my life. To use Laila’s stupid analogy, imagine eating nothing but mustard, being stuck with mustard all the time.”