[It must be instinctual, somehow; Eren doesn't even notice that he's doing it. When he feels Jean's hand on the nape of his own neck, whatever tension was left in his body eases out, shoulders dropping, a soft breath escaping him.
[He's never been held like this by anyone else. Not really. Cadets shared beds in the barracks; they'd all gotten close before. But no one else has ever pulled Eren into their lap, wrapped their arms around him, sunk into him and stayed.
[Sometimes Eren thinks this must be what falling in love feels like.
[Idly, he scratches at Jean's back, an uncharacteristically light touch.
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[He's never been held like this by anyone else. Not really. Cadets shared beds in the barracks; they'd all gotten close before. But no one else has ever pulled Eren into their lap, wrapped their arms around him, sunk into him and stayed.
[Sometimes Eren thinks this must be what falling in love feels like.
[Idly, he scratches at Jean's back, an uncharacteristically light touch.
[He missed him...]