baby you make me crazy

[neighsaying]

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[abandonhumanity]

We should talk.

[It’s been quite a while since they have in any fashion other than passing.]

[neighsaying]

[ They're still figuring things out, the three of them - how this relationship works. Jean and Reiner are new to each other, still testing out boundaries. Jean and Eren, though... it's a bit like coming home. So used to being in each others spaces, it felt more awkward to stand apart than it did to fall back together.

They're still trying to make space, for Reiner, though. It's been a long day for the man, though, and he's out cold from work. When the baby starts crying, it's Jean and Eren who jerk themselves awake.

The bed's not quite big enough for three full grown men all over six feet tall, but they make it work. Jean mutters something incoherent before he really gets awake, using a hand on Reiner's chest to push himself up. Eren whispers that he'll get Ymir and Jean nods tiredly.

Ymir's teething. Screaming and crying at odd hours is the thing right now, and Jean's job, since Eren took getting her out of the crib, is to heat up something warm for her. Both of them sleep light, Reiner a little heavier; considering he had a full shift, neither tries to wake him for now.

Jean takes his boxer-clad self into the kitchen - three men in one bed gets warm - after he steals Reiner's bathrobe, knowing there will be a chill in the apartment kitchen. He finds the milk formula they've been using and starts mixing it, blinking sleep out of his eyes to follow the directions and then heat it up in the microwave, making sure to test it against the inside of his wrist. A little colder is better than too hot, after all.

By the time he gets it right, Eren is bringing in a calmed but whimpering Ymir to the kitchen, and Jean hands the bottle over to him with the silence of a tired and concerned parent. Without really thinking about it, his hand comes up to rest in the small of Eren's back, fingers splayed over it protectively. ]