Jean comes home to see you asleep on the couch in your shared apartment. He crouches down and brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, smiling at the peaceful look on you sported. He was more than happy to see you finally rest after the rough week you had. His hands slip from your cheeks to your back, feeling the rise and fall of your breath. “Babe?” he murmurs softly, eyeing the bandages on your arm.