[With a grunt he's shoved to the ground, twisting with a pained shout as Eren falls on top of him. Legs cramped and arms bent at slightly odd angles–Jean's position and uncomfortable. His limbs scream in protest as Eren presses down but he ignores it in favor of his words.
With a snarl, he tries to push up, his snarl only inches from Eren's.]
Am I jealous?!
[Futilely, he struggles, trying to kick Eren off of him and getting stuck, knees catching between his thighs. Jean pushes anyway. A knee to the groin should be just as painful as anything else.]
He was the only one I had left!
[Eren had Mikasa. Eren was respected, liked, trusted. If Jean died would anyone care? Would Mikasa blink, would Annie glance? Would there be anyone to remember him the same way he'd be for them?
Anger builds up and brings him shouting into Eren's mouth.]
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With a snarl, he tries to push up, his snarl only inches from Eren's.]
Am I jealous?!
[Futilely, he struggles, trying to kick Eren off of him and getting stuck, knees catching between his thighs. Jean pushes anyway. A knee to the groin should be just as painful as anything else.]
He was the only one I had left!
[Eren had Mikasa. Eren was respected, liked, trusted. If Jean died would anyone care? Would Mikasa blink, would Annie glance? Would there be anyone to remember him the same way he'd be for them?
Anger builds up and brings him shouting into Eren's mouth.]
I'm doing the only thing I can!