Yeah? [Jean contemplates taking the boots of next–crossing one leg before deciding to bear with it. Playing with the upper ridge of the boots, he looks towards Mark, chattering away like the pretentious ass he was.] He's always been a dick but I don't think he'd stop you from going.

[Unless there's some other reason. Jean doesn't really pay any mind to that, uncrossing his legs and leaning back on the bench.] It's not a big loss if you don't go. He's a jerk. You wouldn't miss anything.

[Although he could probably use it to socialize. Is that why he was bringing it up? As some sort of hint? Did that mean there was something he could do to ensure him a place? Mark was a weird guy–a general ass that someone always had a fondness for Jean. Maybe he could use that to his advantage.] ... I can probably get you in if you really want to go.