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Wha–? Armin! [Cut off by his own grunts of pain as he pulls apart but ignoring it to brace his friend on either side. His leg's cut up–there's no saying whether he can stand. Or whether he should.]

What the hell are you thinki–[Oh. That's what. With a beleaguered sigh and a poignant look, he follows Armin's instructions. It makes him wince and seethe, but he manages to get some out, handing them to Armin without looking because he... can't. He's stuck. For real. Body curved over Armin's head, practically shoving his face against his chest.] ... Sorry.

[It's hard to have his weight on his leg. He tries leaving most of it on the other, accepting the bandages from Jean as best as he can with them growing more stuck by the second. Honestly, this sort of situation...

His mind was still trying to figure out a way to get out from not only this hall, but the pyramid himself. Still he can't help but think back. It was his fault for wanting to come here to begin with. But what if there were answers further in? Clues?]

Try to relax as best as you can. [Instead of responding to the apology that he thinks is unwarranted, he says this, shifting to carefully wrap the bandages around Jean's wounds. It's hard, already being so close, and the motions grant more brushes against skin than he would have liked. It was really kind of like they were stuck in an embrace, here...]

Relax?

[Jean's flat tone makes up for the fact that his exasperated expression goes missed, aimed at the only thing he can see-Armin's back.]

I'm stuck between two walls.

[Any relaxation he has is forced. Still, he tries anyway. His body is still tense. If anything, it's worse.

After a couple minutes of pained grunts, he speaks up again, voice rough but well-meaning.] How's your leg?

Sorry...

[A quiet response to the first part. He can imagine Jean's scary expression just fine without the visual aid, honestly, and he does realize it's a frustrating thing to hear while jammed in a small space like this.

He finishes up bandaging Jean, grateful for their position if only that it can hide his struggling expression.]

It's fine. [That's a lie and it shows in his tone just as much as his expression, but there's a certain level of determination to it, as well. He can't wrap it like this... Instead, a free hand curls idly into what little cloth remains of Jean's shirt.

He keeps thinking this is his fault, that he should be able to think of a way out of there, but nothing is coming. ...Though he guesses Jean didn't have to wedge himself in here like this, either. But they were running... (Thinking isn't helping, you see.)]

What do we do now?

You're the guy with the plans.

[It's said as lighthearted as he can manage but his back is cramping and Armin is so clearly lying that it stiffens his posture in worry. There has to be a way out, even if it's painful. Biting his lip, he attempts to move, pulling himself up. Skin scrapes against stone and leaves parts behind. Gradually, he moves–with pained groans and sucked in air until finally, he's free.]

Got it. [A beat. His arms are burning with fresh scrapes that drip blood down his arms.] –Shit.

Jean...

[It's a concerned calling of his name at the realization, and while it is relieving to step out and have a bit of room to himself, the blood is worrying. He steps closer yet again, hands moving to wrap those scrapes as well. Just enough to get them by.]

You're losing too much blood. We should--

[Of course, one of his steps forward on that weaker leg gets a clumsy stumble and he nearly crashes into Jean, instead reaching for the wall behind him and propping himself up that way. But then that stone sinks in, and Armin's balance is tested again as the entire room rumbles and a new pathway to light is slowly revealed.]

[It's bad enough that Jean instinctively goes out to catch Armin before he stumbles into him–arms wrapping underneath his–it gets worse when the corridor shakes. Jean covers Armin completely with his body, arms wrapped around him and torso curved over him. Luckily, all that hits him is dust. He sighs in relief when it ends, uncurling slightly from around him.]

What the–?

[It's not what he expected to see–a tunnel opening up before them. He stares at it blankly for a few long seconds before turning to Armin with relieved disbelief.] I can't believe it! You're a genius, Armin!

[Excitement seizes over him and he grasps Armin's shoulders tight and

kisses him. On the mouth. Out of nowhere.

Whatever, he'll think about it later. For now, he's scooping Armin up with another wince and charging down the hallway.]

[All of these movements to protect him has Armin frozen in fear that something horrible would happen. That Jean would sustain another injury and it would make one too many. But nothing happens, and suddenly there's sunlight.

He's just as excited as Jean, honestly, beaming up at him. But what he doesn't expect is exactly what happens. A kiss that's met with him freezing in shock before heat rises to his face, and then his feet being swept out right from under himself.]

J-jean?!

[His arms wrap around Jean's neck instinctively so he doesn't fall out of the grip, but his face is still hot, and soon enough he's so confused and caught off guard that he has to lower a hand to tug down on his shirt a bit, trying to make it longer than it really is.

Was that...-- Why--?? He honestly has no idea, and all he can think to add is a warning about exerting so much pressure so soon after being injured.] Be careful!

[He isn't. Armin's smart, but Jean's determined. His limbs have been screaming in pain way too long and there's still Armin's leg to patch up. The exit couldn't have come at a better time.

Granted, it would have been great if it had led them back to the city instead of the desert, but he'll take that too, squinting at the sun as they exit the corridor without injury. With a thunk, a stone slab closes it behind them. Jean doesn't waste time to turn around, instead making his way over to a nearby ruin and gently setting Armin down on it.]

About time.

[Plucking that roll of bandages from Armin's hands before he has time to protest.]

We need to wrap your leg up.

[Don't protest, he's already getting down to one knee.]

[Once he's set down, Armin releases the bandages without too much of a protest. Jean will find that they're already a bit bloody thanks to the way his hand had been cut up, but it's not as if that ruins them. He watches Jean lower himself quietly before slowly extending his leg for better care.

But he's not the type to just be able to forget what just happened and move on. That was a kiss. A kiss... Why? Excitement was one thing, but you don't just kiss anyone when you're excited. There has to be reason for it. All that comes to mind is the amount of times Jean went out of his way to help him out back there...

Could it be...?

He's still thinking, so he keeps quiet about it for now. But he does raise a hand to his own lips to touch softly while he's thinking. That was his first kiss...]

Jean, are you feeling dizzy at all? [He drops that hand from his mouth, watching him.] Light-headed or faint?

A bit. [The truth. Whether it was the heat or the amount of blood he'd lost, he didn't know and he's too transfixed by his current task to care.]

We should clean and rewrap this the first chance we get.

[Or just find new bandages. That seemed like the best option, but also the most far-off. Cupping a hand over his eyes, he surveys the rest of the desert. Not even a hint of civilization. He sighs.] Who knows when we'll see water.

[Another problem that he didn't want to face yet. He focuses on wrapping the wound, tying it off with a quick flourish.]

[Quiet at that, Armin raises a hand to Jean's forehead to feel his temperature for a moment. Instead of commenting on that, though, he's going to shift once his leg is wrapped to push himself up and stand determinedly. Any attempted help is going to get a stopping hand in refusal. Or at least a try at one.]

For now we can try to find the area that caved in from above. The ceiling is pretty high...

Wait.

[Stopping, my ass. The moment Armin turns to leave is the same one in which Jean grabs his wrist, grip firm and eyes determined.]

We're not doing any more before the rest of you is wrapped up.

[Tugging on Armin's arm and awkwardly pulling at his torn shirt with a free hand.]

Wha-- Jean!

[It's not like he can resist the tug or grip, and so all he can do is stare as Jean pulls at the shirt that's already been through so much.]

I haven't lost nearly as much blood as you have! If you're feeling dizzy and... [HALLUCINATING??? He is not sure, but he pauses.] We should keep moving.

[FLAT LOOK AND TUGGING ON YOUR HAND YOUNG SIR. HE'S NOT MOVING UNTIL YOU SIT BACK DOWN.]

[...

In a defeated sort of motion he falls back lightly to sit down, legs pressed close together at the knees for lack of pants.]

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