[ Jean knows to be patient with them. He knows this isn't going to not have its bumps, too - he's never done a relationship like this. But he knows it requires talking - and boy howdy, all three of them can really fuck that up sometimes. Jean has a reputation of being the guy who knows what to say, but he feels sometimes that he's still the fifteen year old who isn't sure what to say. Actions still speak louder than words for him.
He knows both of them care, though. He's used to watching the ways they silently watch over each other, and the ways that extends to him now, too.
Jean didn't fall in love with a fictional Mikasa Ackerman inside his head, though. He fell in love with the woman in front of him, all her shyness, the rough edges, the way she talks without talking at all.
She ducks her head and after a moment, he leans forward to press a kiss to her cheek. Gentle, but sweet. ]
I'm happy when you're happy. I promise.
[ They are doing great at this words thing, though! He tugs on her hand gently, indicating her bed. ]
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He knows both of them care, though. He's used to watching the ways they silently watch over each other, and the ways that extends to him now, too.
Jean didn't fall in love with a fictional Mikasa Ackerman inside his head, though. He fell in love with the woman in front of him, all her shyness, the rough edges, the way she talks without talking at all.
She ducks her head and after a moment, he leans forward to press a kiss to her cheek. Gentle, but sweet. ]
I'm happy when you're happy. I promise.
[ They are doing great at this words thing, though! He tugs on her hand gently, indicating her bed. ]
Um - is it okay if I hold you for a while?