“You deserve better than that.”
That word again; Jean wanted to claw it from Jeremy’s tongue. He grabbed Jeremy’s chin to force his head up. “Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?”
“A soulless puppet who survived by hitching everything he was to his dream, or so Jean had believed, until the day Kevin leaned in and asked to learn French.”
“Your English is fantastic,” Jeremy said. “It’s not about that. It’s your native language, and none of us here can share it with you. That’s reason enough for me to learn.”