#but maybe jeremy will catch jean gently pressing his fingers into his pillow where jeremy lay his head down recently

[adamsrcnan]

I have this silly headcanon of Jean becoming accustomed to Jeremy's scent and at times relying on it to ground himself in the moments when things get too much and he feels overwhelmed by his traumas. Because the Nest had a smell, one that was sharp and metallic from all the blood spilled and knives drawn. But Jeremy smells soft like coconuts and vanilla. It's warm, and it's new, and it's distinct, and it's how Jean knows he can relax.

And one night he's alone in the dorm because Jeremy has gone out and Jean stayed in, practicing at distancing himself from his team captain. But, he wakes from a nightmare disoriented and shaken up. The only thing that seems to settle him is Jeremy's scent so present and familiar now as it fills the whole room. On instinct he stumbles over to Jeremy's vacant bed and throws himself onto it burying his nose deep into Jeremy's pillow. He can smell that trademark coconut shampoo and his heart starts to settle in his chest and his muscles relax. He knows where he is now and he feels safe. Before he knows it he's fallen asleep. Jeremy finally gets home not too long after, and that's how he finds Jean tangled in his sheets fast asleep with his hands fisted on Jeremy's pillow as if someone might try to steal it from under him.