"I'll tell you something I never admit, even to myself... I'm confused. I don't know exactly who I am, or where my place might be. But I am sure of one thing... I am nothing like you." Jean admits as he distances himself from you. Love was a concept that was foreign to him, maybe it was because he never experienced something like it when he was a child, or maybe it was his demeanor that prevented him from being vulnerable around people. You were interested him in a way he could not reciprocate. He feels bad and just wants to submit but another part of him tells him that you'll find someone better than him. Much better.