"Jean," he said. "Hey, Jean. Jean Valjean. Hey. Hey. Hello."
Jean huffed a little in annoyance but looked at Andrew. Andrew held out his hand and Jean was foolish enough to take it. Andrew's knuckles went white as he crushed Jean's hand. Jean couldn't hide all of a flinch, and the smooth look on his face gave way to an irritated scowl. Andrew only smiled wider at the sight of it.
"I'm Andrew. We haven't met yet."
"For which I am grateful," Jean said.