From where Jean stands, all that effort seems exhausting, even when he knows it is there for a very good reason. Jean has never tried to fit anywhere or cared about what others thought of him. Their opinions never caused pain or pleasure. He never felt like he should support or contradict their expectations in any way. Jean Otus moves through life being nothing but himself, caring only for the opinion of those very few who mean something to him. It never occurs to him to do otherwise.
It must be difficult to be Eliot. Difficult and desolate. It's nothing short of admirable that he manages to be how he is and even create beautiful things. Jean realizes that he really likes watching him cook. On top of that, it smells delicious.
"What I want most is to see him living his life and having fun." he says honestly.
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From where Jean stands, all that effort seems exhausting, even when he knows it is there for a very good reason. Jean has never tried to fit anywhere or cared about what others thought of him. Their opinions never caused pain or pleasure. He never felt like he should support or contradict their expectations in any way. Jean Otus moves through life being nothing but himself, caring only for the opinion of those very few who mean something to him. It never occurs to him to do otherwise.
It must be difficult to be Eliot. Difficult and desolate. It's nothing short of admirable that he manages to be how he is and even create beautiful things. Jean realizes that he really likes watching him cook. On top of that, it smells delicious.
"What I want most is to see him living his life and having fun." he says honestly.