The admission had been as painful as he had imagined it being, even going as far as to squeeze his eyes shut. The betrayal was still all too fresh in his mind; the people she had killed, everything that she had done, and up until the end she had still tried to get away.
Then he saw her face, and he couldn’t do anything once he saw those tears.
Now she had escaped them all once again, and this time it seemed that there was no way to reach her, to even find out why she had done what she had..
No comment was required or expected from Jean, so it was with surprise that he looked up when the other boy had motioned to sit next to him beneath the blanket. Brows furrowed as he scooted about uncomfortably on his sticky sheets for a moment, and decided that the warmth of the sheets would be better than the humiliation, and he switched over to Kirschtein’s, sliding under the blanket with a grunt of gratitude.
” … You can stay if you want, ” he mutters after a moment, a look of uncertainty on his face as he drops the blanket over Eren’s figure. It’s weird, kind of, because his arm ends up across him like he’s going to hug him when he’s actually just trying to find a comfortable place for the blanket to be. But then he actually. Briefly. Kind of considers it. Eh.
He’s done … so much worse. So very much worse that this is probably zero big deal on the scale of what’s gone on between them in the, what, past five years? If not longer now at this point. At what point of the year had training started, anyway? Don’t recall. Whatever. He just kind of drops his arm from hovering over the brunet and lets it … hang over his frame a little. Yeah.
” … Nightmares suck ass. ” No shit. He clears his throat. ” … Sorry. I know you … liked her a lot. Can’t really imagine … “