[It's a day later that Jean wakes up. Eyelids heavier than he remembers take a long while to open and for a moment, he thinks that someone is holding him there–clamping his eyes shut. He panics, bolts upright and bursting his eyes open in retaliation only to find that everything's fine. Mid-afternoon sunlight sends dust motes through the window, curtains ruffle quietly in a soft breeze, and Armin sits nearby, attentive.
Jean doesn't expect the latter. The surprise makes him stare, throat caught for a quick moment before he swallows it hesitantly and...
Tries to speak but nothing comes out. There's a brief pause where he reteaches himself words, pronunciation, and then:]
Where am I?
[Voice is soft–concerned yet curious. The thing that confuses him most is why Armin is still at his side.] What are you doing here?
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Jean doesn't expect the latter. The surprise makes him stare, throat caught for a quick moment before he swallows it hesitantly and...
Tries to speak but nothing comes out. There's a brief pause where he reteaches himself words, pronunciation, and then:]
Where am I?
[Voice is soft–concerned yet curious. The thing that confuses him most is why Armin is still at his side.] What are you doing here?