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sometime after Reiner and Doppelbert situation

[oioioioi]

Connie is relieved everything is over (despite new problems popping up, it feels like), but once he's alone with Jean he seems to just crash and lean his head on Jean's back. Trying not to cry too much, but failing.

"... you can probably guess how I got alerted to the situation."

He doesn't need to say it, does he? That he also saw someone.

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Jean also saw someone, but his feelings are complicated about them - Floch was never much of a friend to the rest of them, it feels like. When Connie speaks, though, Jean's shoulders stiffen and then slump.

"It was her, wasn't it?" he asks, his voice soft. There's plenty of people they know that have died, so many that at some times it feels indistinct - but there's one still very recent, very raw loss for the both of them.

[oioioioi]

For a moment, all Jean will hear is Connie's breathing and quiet sobs. Then Connie finally takes a deeper breathe.

"Yeah", he says. "I... was so glad to see her again. But then she started being weird and..."

Connie's mostly glad he was too preoccupied with the situation to text Jean about it. Because at least one of them was spared from being attacked by a feral Sasha.

Then he just rushed to Reiner, once the situation with Sasha was over. He hasn't had time to sort his feelings or anything.

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Jean reaches up to cover Connie's arms with his own, where they're wrapped around him.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I should have been there."

Fuck that he was dealing with his own problems, and then Connie finding out some copy of Bertholdt was with Reiner. He still should have been there for his best friend when things went sour.

[oioioioi]

Jean's arms feel nice. They're bigger than Connie's and cover nicely. It's comforting, which is definitely what he needs right now.

"No. I'm glad you weren't", Connie says with a small sigh. "I wouldn't have wanted you to see her like that."

Feral, but not about food. Angry, her face turning quite ugly to more in rage she was. At least he got help to deal with the situation, rather than needing to deal with it solo.

"... I ended up insulting potatoes and her cooking skills to drive her off."

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"Oh, definitely a fake. If you insulted her in reality, she'd actually tear your face off," Jean says, trying to inject some form of levity about Sasha. Still, it couldn't have been easy for his friend to face a vengeful version of their best friend. He shifts a bit so he can get his arms properly around Connie.

"I miss her," he tells Connie quietly. He doesn't say, I wish she'd show up here, because in some ways that's true, but in other ways, it would feel cruel to her to tell her what happened.

[oioioioi]

A proper hug is even better than what they had just now. Connie sighs, feeling comfortable in Jean's arms. The reassurance of 'doppelganger being definitely fake' also helps. It doesn't erase the pain, but it at least makes him even more confident that what he did was right.

"I miss her too", he says. It may be obvious, for both of them, but sometimes it felt good to say out loud. Connie did wish she would show up, but maybe not right now. Later, when this whole debacle has been forgotten.

"... can I stay with you tonight? I don't really want to be alone."

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"Of course," Jean immediately affirms. Normally, he'd joke about how he won out over Reiner, but there's a reason neither of them maybe want to stay with Reiner right now. A Bertholdt shaped lie the both of them are complicit in now.

"I think I've still got some Connie sized sleep clothes around here," he teases gently.

[oioioioi]

It was weird to have Reiner be the elephant in the room. But Connie wouldn't mention him unless Jean would. They would talk later, when they were both feeling at least an inch better. Connie did wonder how long it would take him to actually say he was alright.

At the small tease though, Connie does snort. "What if I want to drown in your freaking large shirts though."

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Jean rolls his eyes a little at that, knocking his chin against Connie's head gently.

"I'm not that much wider than you, you dork." A tiny lie - Jean has filled out more since coming to Somnius, mainly due to less stress. He also knows it's probably not a lie; the comfort of other clothes would probably help Connie.

"The shower's open, though, so why don't you get cleaned up and I'll get some clothes for you."

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"You'll still always be wider than I am", Connie says with a grin before nodding. A shower sounds good, after everything today. It's likely he'll crash out and cry for a bit, but that's okay. Crying in the shower always felt better than just crying.

"Thanks."