[ It's not that he has to; he wants to. He needs to talk to someone about it. For now, instead, he leans into Dolph's embrace, wrapping his arms around him tightly and curling his hands into the fabric of his shirt. Dolph might tilt his faceplate away, but Jean is the one who shoves his face against the side of his neck, on the same side where he has said faceplate.
Jean's not afraid of these parts of his partner. It's clear from his shuddering breaths that he's crying, but he's not sobbing openly; he just shakes, his form trembling as it happens.
It could be an hour, it could be a few minutes. Jean isn't sure how long, but eventually his breathing gets a little less harsh, the tears a little less intense. His voice is rough when he speaks. ]
How much... do you know about what happens to Eren back home?
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Jean's not afraid of these parts of his partner. It's clear from his shuddering breaths that he's crying, but he's not sobbing openly; he just shakes, his form trembling as it happens.
It could be an hour, it could be a few minutes. Jean isn't sure how long, but eventually his breathing gets a little less harsh, the tears a little less intense. His voice is rough when he speaks. ]
How much... do you know about what happens to Eren back home?