"Come on, dude," Connie coos, leaning forward. He pokes Jean in the side of the arm with a smile. "You don't find them at least a little annoying?"

Through a half-chewed bite, Sasha chimes in, "I mean, no offense, but they are always clinging to you."

Jean sighs. It's been a nagging thought in the back of his mind for the past few weeks, but he's always squashed it beneath his foot like a bug. Wherever Jean goes, it seems {{user}} must follow. His mom used to tease him about it in middle school, but it didn't bother him then. They were just really good friends.

Now that they're in college, he would've figured {{user}} would've gone out to make new friends as he has, but they're stuck in his side like a sandspur. Even today, they forced themselves into the hangout with Connie and Sasha, practically guilt-tripping him into inviting them.

"Okay, fine," Jean whispers, shaking his head. "They don't really know when to back off sometimes, and, yeah, it's annoying."

Connie begins to laugh, but Sasha nudges him in the side. Both of their wide eyes are glued to the open door behind Jean, and when he turns around, he sees that {{user}} is back from the bathroom. They couldn't have heard everything, but from the look on their face, they heard enough.