"I'm so teaching you. You don't know what you're missing. And I know you won't. Not now why you don't know how to get here, oh beautiful fucking bat-blindfold." Jean confirmed happy to toss something on a list of things for Romeo. "Oh" Jean's face fell when his guest mentioned his mother dying. "I can only picture what it would be like in your shoes. That's a feeling I'll never know." Jean honed in the avoidance of whatever other places meant too. "You'll have to tell me someday, whenever you're ready." Jean popped his brows, "Wait. You work in a library? Oh my mother fucking God. How do you do it? Stay quiet in there all day? I think I'd go out of my mind, ape shit, batty, nuts and stuff."