Headcannon that Jean is a clingy dumbass whenever Marco’s away,
to the point of waxing poetic over his disappearance.

He worries himself sick every time they’re apart and makes sure to give his boy lots of hugs and snuggles to make up for it. 

I’m not crying, you’re crying…


“Jean… was absolutely dumbfounded. Marco had gone and tucked poppies, daisies—whatever wildflowers he and Sasha could get their hands on—into his hair and into the folds of his sheet, to the point where any small movement made petals flutter to the ground. He grinned jovially at Jean, apparently greatly satisfied with his genius solution.”

Drawn from this beautiful fic
By this beautiful person 

Here, just take my heart, just…