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[bravelypees]

[After Armin's death the atmosphere between the 104th Squad had been tense. The death of a comrade–a friend in most cases–hit everyone at varying levels, though none so much as three. Mikasa seemed the most visibly upset, hunting down a "murderer" that may or may not be real while Jean and Eren worked it out their own ways.

For Jean, it meant working past it. Moving forward. Numbing himself to the sights and sounds so that it was easier to forget and easier to run away from. The problem was, he needed distractions for it. Work. Extra training. Prolonged patrols. That sort of thing. The Commander was more than willing to comply but the issue lied within who he was paired with.

It was hard to move on when your patrolling partner was the person who held the other shovel.

Through a substantial miracle, they had managed to almost complete their first patrol–albeit in an uncomfortable silence. The discomfort was familiar, at least, which made it slightly better. But the fact of the matter was that the distance between the two of them was bridged by words left unuttered and hanging; dead weights of possible conversations. Multiple elephants in a tiny room.

It's halfway through the Outskirts that Jean decides he's had enough.]

If you've got a problem you should come out and say it.

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[loudnoises]

[ Eren's the better fighter, but when they're this close it doesn't matter much— one of his hands wraps around Jean's wrist, tugging at it. But he can't pull free fast enough before Jean's punch lands, pain spreading below his cheekbone with a cry and his vision flashes white. He twists his wrist harder, nails breaking into his skin because fuck honor and chivalry and whatever else.

He snaps his head back and growls, eyes wide with fury. ]

Fuck you!

[ He yanks his legs with renewed vigor, getting one free and kicking at his chest. ] You weren't there for him either!

[bravelypees]

[Eren yanks them down so that they're too close–faces almost touching. It's a welcome reprieve when the kick hits his gut and pushes him back. His wrist is stinging and his skin is torn, small pricks of blood swelling up but he doesn't care, grabbing a kicking leg and dragging Eren to him, yanking up his hair if he manages to get close enough.]

I wasn't the one he would always cling to!

[loudnoises]

[ There's something primitively satisfying about landing his kick, the feeling of flesh under his boot and adrenaline replacing reason. And his hand stays firmly locked around his wrist, feeling the other teen's pulse between his fingers when he gets dragged across the dirt, fingers in his hair and nails dragging across his scalp. He lets out a guttural snarl by Jean's cheek as they're far too close again.

And for a second he stays there, the purple beginnings of a bruise on his cheek and eyes narrowed as he breathes out in low, heavy breaths. ]

No. You weren't.

[ He doesn't care that it hurts when he jerks his head, lunging forward to try and get the upper ground over Jean, pinning his arm down and shouting inches from his face. ]

What, are you jealous, Jean—? That you didn't let him down the most!?

[bravelypees]

[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.]

I'm doing the only thing I can!

thanks, cards against humanity

[loudnoises]

[ Eren hikes up, leaning forward to avoid the full blow to his crotch, forehead hovering above Jean's with the full intent to right himself a second later and punch him in the throat.

But there's still someone's thigh sliding up between his and way, way too much friction against his trousers. They'd fought at least a dozen times before this, when Shadis wasn't looking and sometimes during spars, but it was never. Emotionally charged besides with dumb teenage testosterone and bravado. And there's a heat in his gut and it's almost hilariously mistimed despite the situation and unwelcome and—

Eren breathes out an automatic, slightly horrified noise that dies halfway in his throat: he's immediately torn between scrambling away and staying put so he can beat some sense into him. And in the end he goes with an awkward mix of both, because Jean's words make his temper and confusion flare up; what was this idiot going on about? Did he really think Armin was the only person who cared?

(Eren realizes he'd had at least had Mikasa to suffer with. Where did Jean go after they'd burned the body, who did he confide in—)

He draws back onto his knees, having to slack on his grip in the process. His voice is, however, just as forceful as ever. ]

I'm your friend, you stupid son of a bitch!

you're welcome

[bravelypees]

[The confession startles Jean out of his anger and into surprise. There was a difference, he had learned, between liking someone and being liked. It became something he didn't expect, settling with unrequited attachment simply because it was easier to accept than the alternative.

Yet here the alternative was re-emerging. Pushing itself to the surface and it catches him off-guard, propped up on his elbows blinking stupidly.]

What?

[His gaze drops down, embarrassment flooding over him in a flushed wave and it's then that he sees it.]

What the fuck is that?! [The moment is ruined quickly. Frantically, Jean tries to scramble back and fails. He settles with pulling back his shoulders, staring in horror and disgust at the tent in Eren's pants.] Did you get–

[He's got one leg free. Jean uses it to his advantage, using his foot push against Eren's crotch to both cause him pain and kick him off.] IS THAT A BONER!?

thank you, rage boners

[loudnoises]

[ For about a split second, things are okay. And in their mutual anger they've... maybe reached a general consensus. Some kind of rare emotional understanding between the two of them.

But then Jean goes and fucking ruins it with his big mouth, as usual. As though that first crotchshot hadn't backfired miserably enough, Jean just. Insists on making this worse and there's a sudden pressure on his groin and he lets out some strangled noise halfway between a gasp and a groan; he grabs hold of the other teen's lapels to avoid getting tossed off, glaring. ]

Sh— [ It's kind of pathetic, but he loses his voice and kind of stares haplessly at Jean before starting up again. ] Shut up! [ He shouts into his face, teeth grinding together and ears burning red. ] Look we're— it's nothing, just...

[ He works to drag them both to their feet so he doesn't have to awkwardly straddle Jean, but he doesn't let go of his jacket either. They weren't done talking, and he knows he'd bolt the instant he could. ]

Ignore it, all right!? [ for the love of god could they just not talk about this ever again ]

[bravelypees]

Get the fuck off me!

[No. No touching lapels. No staying close to each other. Not when he knows there's. Another. Guest.

He tries hard to pull away, pushing at Eren's chest, face, hands–anything he can to remove himself from the other boy.]

Leave me out of your sick fantasies, you freak!

[loudnoises]

[ Everything that could go wrong, does go wrong. It's pretty much a fact of life between them, in their own universe and this one.

...But it's not at it's worst point yet. Eren blindly grips at his shirt as Jean tries to shove away from him, voice pitching off into way too loud territory again, in part because of residual anger, and now some mixed embarrassment. Because. He really wishes he'd stop roaming around so much with his hands? Who the fuck does that? Why is he so bad at reading this situation? ]

That's not it, you goddamn pervert—

[ With the struggle it's hard to pay attention to their surroundings, the fact that they're in the outskirts lost on Eren as he tries to keep Jean from leaving. Also, the fact that he's half-hard. That... makes things difficult too.

So when their legs tangle up, it sends them crashing shoulders-first into the grass, their combined weight sending them tumbling right over the hillside they were walking over to begin with. ] Shit—!

[bravelypees]

[Whatever Jean has to reply with gets cut short as the ground falls out from beneath them. With a string of unintelligible cursing and yelling, they fall intertwined. Jean tumbles in conflict–torn between pushing Eren off of him and grabbing hold of him for dear life.

That's how they land, actually. With Jean beneath Eren, one hand wrapped around his back and clawing while the other pushes at his face. With a blush of embarrassment, he releases the one around his back and has it quickly join in on the pushing.]

W-What the fuck is your problem?! Get off me!

[loudnoises]

[ He yells at every bump, wincing and clutching to Jean like a lifeline, and it's total luck that Eren ends up rolling over onto Jean once their momentum stops. They're both scratched up and there's bits of grass stuck in his hair as he keeps Jean pinned, disoriented before for several seconds before he finds his voice again. ]

Knock it off! I just... we should talk!

[ Even listening to himself it sounds dumb as hell, and he winces a little. And Jean is struggling too much, pushing him back— and despite his best efforts, he ends up on the other teen's lap and he takes in a sharp inale, hands gripping his arms until his knuckles go white. ]

And stop— moving so much!

[bravelypees]

We should talk?!

[Hands pinned above his head, Eren straddling his waist, the boner basically in his face _{(an exagerration)}. Yeah. This position's really meant for conversation.]

Get off of me!

[He's not stopping his movements. Not at first. Writhing and struggling, bucking his hips and wriggling underneath seems like a good idea at first but his enthusiasm for it soon fades when the friction starts to get to him. Mysteriously, he calms down, face paling and reddening at the same time.]

[loudnoises]

[ Eren's eyes widen because what the fuck that is literally the exact opposite of what he'd told him to do. And his breath catches, because those sure are some guy's hips grinding up against him, and he doesn't trust himself to make a noise that wouldn't be embarrassing enough to mortify him for the rest of his life.

Because this is Jean. They've wrestled and fought plenty of times before and it's safe to say this has never been an issue. He shouts again, except now his voice is on the verge of cracking. ]

Stop. Moving!

[ And then. They both basically grew up the last several years around other teenage boys— he's used to guys sneaking out to try and peak on the girls or jerk off in their bunks or whatever. He didn't care, because none of it was important; he had (extremely violent) goals to keep in mind, and romance didn't factor in.

But it's. Difficult to ignore what's going on right this instant, how the boy he'd considered his rival suddenly feels underneath him. He stares down at Jean, his hands going limp with a slight tremble and a slight redness hitting his cheeks in record time. ]

Are you... [ he swallows, refusing to look away. ] Are you serious?

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[bravelypees]

[Don't.]

[bravelypees]

[Don't you...]

–I

[Oh no, he's blushing harder. The embarrassment is kicking in and it is not helping his image right now.]

done

[bravelypees]

[In a sudden bout of strength, Jean breaks one hand free from Eren's grip solely to shove a hand in his face and push it away from him.]

Don't fucking look at me like that!

[loudnoises]

[ Eren is still shellshocked, reeling away weakly for a second as Jean pushes his face. Was this really happening? No— they. Had to be delusional. Or... something.

But he's not very good at leaving anything alone; he snaps awake, shoving Jean back down roughly, hands curled into his collar as he stumbles over his words. ]

What the fuck!? Why are you— [ he tries to glare, but it falls flat into horrified, accusatory staring again ] You started this!

[bravelypees]

I started talking! I didn't cause any of this shit!

[He hits the ground again and practically gawks up at Eren.]

Why the hell did you push me back down?!

[IT'S LIKE YOU WANT THIS OR SOMETHING oh my god get off his lap]

[loudnoises]

[ He stays where he is, fingers wringing into the fabric and trying not to fidget. And he blanks, because he really... has no idea what he's doing.

He looks off, then back, then away again, trying to sort out his thoughts (which is difficult due to Circumstances but). And eventually, Eren does what Eren does best which is to just barrel down the path of least resistance and blurt out the first thing on his mind.

Nevermind the fact that he sounds marginally more tentative than he's used to, which is kind of infuriating of its own right. ]

Do you want me to go?

[bravelypees]

[Oddly enough, Eren's question gets more of a reaction out of him than anything else.]

Are you kidding?

[He frowns.] I'm not fighting my way back alone.

[loudnoises]

[ He scowls, glaring more intently. He doesn't really get his feelings, but he's willing to roll with them because that's how he always works. Understanding comes second to emotion, and good judgment is nothing to instinct.

So he leans forward a bit, faces close and a hand bracing against Jean's arm less forcibly than before. ]

That's not what I mean, you dense piece of shit.

[bravelypees]

[Uh.

Wait.

Jean turns his face to he side, casting a wary glance.]

A couple minutes ago you were screaming at me.

[And now? What? He wanted to literally kiss and make up?]

If you've got a fever it better not be contagious.

[loudnoises]

[ Was he sick? Could be. Sure was better than any other explanation his mind was drawing up so far.

Eren still doesn't move, maybe out of pure spite and stubbornness. But given the fact that he speaks up, it's probably neither. ]

I'm upset, not sick. [ Not past tense. His best friend was dead and it was his fault— not just his fault, but that didn't change the truth of things. And it'd worn him down more than anything else he'd gone through in Zelien. More than death and torture or whatever the hell else. After several more seconds of silence and mulling, he admits, voice hoarse: ] I was trying to start a fight. Tired of dealing with it by myself.

[ He doesn't draw away, bangs falling over his eyes as he stares Jean down, something heavy in the way his head hangs lower. ] Happy?

[bravelypees]

[Out of the two of them, Jean's the more honest. Confessions spill easily from him, not Eren. Hearing it reversed startles him. Calms him down and sobers him. He glances away. Meeting Eren's gaze is too hard.]

Why the hell would I be happy about that, asshole?

[It's grumbled and quiet.] Just what type of guy do you think I am?

[They're on the same page, in the end. The only difference is Eren tries to change it, fight against it. And him? Jean's brows crease upwards. Cowardice took time to die out, didn't it?]

I miss him too.

[loudnoises]

...I know.

[ Which is weird, because for the longest time he'd thought Jean was a lazy, inconsiderate asshole with a head full of air and avarice. A loudmouthed braggart who he'd never see again past their official enlistment. But here they are, mourning over the same friends, fighting the same battles, and it's clear that at least one of them's grown up and Eren's not sure it's himself.

And he may be marginally less prone to foot-in-mouth syndrome, but he's the more impulsive of the two, and he knows he's in the wrong. So he draws his hands under the other teen's jaw, nudging his face forward and meeting eyes again. Despite how horrifically, undeniably awkward the situation was, he manages to sound sincere. ]

Sorry. For goading you.

[ For a lot of things, really. ]