Last time I hung around him, he got some stupid idea in his head that I didn't like that. [Jean's shoulders roll back stiffly in irritation. This action isn't for show. Being reminded of it pisses him off enough to not want to return to it, but he's returning to it all the same.]

So even if it's awkward, he won't go on about that anymore. So, I guess I do get something out of it. He wouldn't listen to me before. Besides, who likes hayrides anyway? Something like that just to sit around is too much like home. [Where being carted around like that is ... almost normal. The vehicle difference was all that really mattered.]