Jean Vicquemare is a man in a long list of pathetic, loyal, lets-one-person-walk-all-over-him, angry and sad fuckfaces of characters i cant get enough of
He's clinically depressed. He calls harry a repugnant, stinky alcoholic every two seconds. He has spent years at his side cleaning up his messes. He says he doesn't believe that Harry can get better. He covers for him every single time hoping he will, and still does. He's his satellite-officer, his goddamn partner. Harry doesn't even remember that he had one, let alone what his initials stand for. Jean is a fucking sad, bitter police officer who has busted his balls for this man out of whatever flavour love you want to read into it, and can't stop cursing him out for his seemingly wasted effort, and yet he still tries. He should haunt the narrative, but all he gets is haunted by it. He has five minutes of screentime but ties together an entire lifetime Harry has forgotten in one encounter. He's a tragedy. What a sad fuck. I love him.
