Jean's eyes widen a little at Marco's description, making him look younger and significantly less criminal.

"My mom gets that tea too." And also saved it for the holidays, but that's not the important part. Jean scooches a little closer. "So it's, like, not a bad smell?"

That's what has been weighing on him the most: that he reeks because he's an omega. He hates the thought of walking around stinking and everyone knowing.