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[neighsaying]

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[neighsaying]

[ He shifts one hand to brush through her hair - it's something he's done with Eren, too. Lets the silky strands of her hair glide between his fingers, letting his palm stroke over the crown of her head. ]

It isn't. None of what's happened is.

[ He doesn't just mean here, he means at home, too, even if that was Eren's wish in the end. He wishes they could just be happy. That he wouldn't have to worry about what happens next, or what fight they'll have to endure. ]

[tostand]

[ The touch is comforting, just enough that Mikasa can accept it without flinching away. There are so few people she trusts to get this close, and Jean... He's right there, near the top. ]

I don't want to keep going this.

[ Remembering it, reliving it, explaining it. What if someone else comes and they have to share it all? She's supposed to be the strongest, but she isn't, not really. ]

[neighsaying]

[ He knows Mikasa is touch averse - or touch averse in a way because she needs to hold herself together, and being soft would make it harder to do that. Jean's always been someone to rely on physical reassurance, now - blame Reiner during their cadet days for entrenching the value of a hand on an arm or shoulder - so he has to balance that with her.

He's always paid attention to what she allows and doesn't. ]

You don't have to.

[ He resolves if someone does show up, he'll break open his chest to explain it this time. ]

The cat's out of the bag, now. We just have to make sure he's okay, and be there for him.

[tostand]

[ It should surprise her, how well Jean knows her, but she doesn't dwell on it. Of course he knows her, after all the years they've spent together, and all she can do is nod her head as he speaks, agreeing as she tries to find her voice again. ]

Okay.

[ Nodding her head, she gazes down at the ground. ]

We'll deal with it tomorrow.

[neighsaying]

We will.

[ He doesn't add a cheeky 'no putting it off', but she won't do it alone. Now, he moves his hand back to her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ]

Come and help me with dinner. We'll see if I can make something to perk him up.

[ Probably not, but Jean has to try. ]

[tostand]

We should try to make some more potatoes, and some beef. He likes those.

[ Simple, easy foods, the kind that might remind them of home and their childhood. Would that be a bad thing right now...? She's not sure. ]

Let's go.

would you like to wrap, or have kitchen times

[neighsaying]

[ It doesn't sound like a bad idea to Jean. It'll also be easy to make and save (and to steal portions of to shove at another Titan shifter). ]

Should still have plenty of that from our market trip.

[ And off they go to the kitchen. ]