Eren stands up and just follows, unspeaking, grappling with staying somewhere in the present instead of everywhere — every when — at once. He'll get there. Jean is good at doing that, even though Jean himself has no idea what exactly is going on. Eren wouldn't know how to say it. Someday he'll tell someone? Armin, maybe? But he can't possibly do that now.

He doesn't tell anyone much of anything these days. But this doesn't require talking. (Eventually he'll talk, or scream, or whatever. It just takes longer than it probably should due to the layers of weird bullshit that are going on in Eren's head now.)

Eren doesn't give a shit about surroundings. He probably wouldn't care if they were right there in public if it wouldn't embarrass his friends so much. Eren is hard to embarrass these days. When you're going to do the worst thing imaginable, what does literally anything else matter? Humiliation or debasement or just bleeding all over the floor, it's all fair game now just for the chance to remember what it feels like to be a person, and not someone out of time and reason, someone with too many people's memories in his head.

It's the fast track to just being Eren, for better or for worse.

At the end of the day, even if he doesn't or can't say it, he trusts Jean. He's trusted him for a long time, even when they bristled against each other, back when Reiner had to stand between them like the wall he broke down.

Fast track, of course, is a relative term.

Eren moves into the tent and half-watches Jean pull some of his gear off. He doesn't yet move to do the same, not with any sense of urgency. He moves at his own pace just like he always does.

His eyes move up Jean's body to his face, still more or less present here in this moment.

"Something you wanted, squad leader?" he says, bratty because that's easy and familiar.