[ Unlike before, he doesn't wrap her in a hug. This time he understands how fragile a thing her anger and grief are. She needs to cry. Like Jean, she also needs to keep it together.
This time, if he holds her, she might really break apart, and he'll have two people to put back together.
He gets his hand back and puts his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. He holds her that way, lets her rest her head against his chest if she needs, the same way he let Eren scream himself hoarse against it in grief. ]
I'll come. I want to hear what he has to say for himself as well.
[ Jean is pretty sure he knows what it'll be, but he hasn't talked to Erwin yet either. It's the only hint she's getting of their shared anger, although his is as always tinged with grief.
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This time, if he holds her, she might really break apart, and he'll have two people to put back together.
He gets his hand back and puts his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. He holds her that way, lets her rest her head against his chest if she needs, the same way he let Eren scream himself hoarse against it in grief. ]
I'll come. I want to hear what he has to say for himself as well.
[ Jean is pretty sure he knows what it'll be, but he hasn't talked to Erwin yet either. It's the only hint she's getting of their shared anger, although his is as always tinged with grief.
But they're not going now. Later. ]