[It's strange enough trying to give Jean enough water from his hands. The bucket is too large for him to lift properly and there aren't any canteens or bowls around to use to hold it in place. So he'd done his best to work with what he had, ignoring the awkwardness of it all. But gradually, instead of growing less awkward, it was becoming moreso, and Armin couldn't quite pinpoint why.
This time in particular has Jean's lips at his hands for a few seconds too long, and he's just about processing it with an embarrassed twinge of realization. But then that hand at the back of his head is bringing him down more, and he's dropping his hands to either side of Jean to keep himself propped up. Blinking at Jean's eyes, confusion heavier than before washes over him, and he quietly starts to speak up.]
Jean? [But that seems to go unheard. Soon enough, their lips are meeting and an unusual hot feeling spreads from his face down the rest of his body. He's frozen at first, mind racing so fast he can't make sense of his thoughts at all, and before he even realizes it, he's hesitantly leaning into it with a sort of shy kiss back.]
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This time in particular has Jean's lips at his hands for a few seconds too long, and he's just about processing it with an embarrassed twinge of realization. But then that hand at the back of his head is bringing him down more, and he's dropping his hands to either side of Jean to keep himself propped up. Blinking at Jean's eyes, confusion heavier than before washes over him, and he quietly starts to speak up.]
Jean? [But that seems to go unheard. Soon enough, their lips are meeting and an unusual hot feeling spreads from his face down the rest of his body. He's frozen at first, mind racing so fast he can't make sense of his thoughts at all, and before he even realizes it, he's hesitantly leaning into it with a sort of shy kiss back.]