[Look, he's capable of being Not-A-Brat. Sometimes. Given their particularly unorthodox and uneven relationship, it's rare that they're on the same wavelength when things aren't otherwise...terrible.
And right now...
It is a painfully mundane thing, really. They've done it a dozen times before, after the wall fell. It's practical, necessary. (It's quiet and close, and she's been gone for weeks. They've lost more than they've found, and his heart is hurting for it. He's burned through the bulk of his initial anger at the way Macha had ended, his hopeless and helpless guilt at the fate of the Neraki. It's still there, hanging around his neck, settled on his shoulders. The sand is battering the windows and driving them to shelter and his hair is falling in his eyes and Mikasa is at his back.) Her fingers catch on a knot in his hair, and he sucks a breath in through his teeth, reaches up reflexively to catch her wrist and still her before he can think better of it.
His mouth presses thin, but he doesn't say anything. Just holds on a second or two too long before letting her go. He closes his eyes, head bowed, humming tension slowly sinking out of his shoulders as she gets back to carding her hands through his hair and going through the motions of trimming it.]
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And right now...
It is a painfully mundane thing, really. They've done it a dozen times before, after the wall fell. It's practical, necessary. (It's quiet and close, and she's been gone for weeks. They've lost more than they've found, and his heart is hurting for it. He's burned through the bulk of his initial anger at the way Macha had ended, his hopeless and helpless guilt at the fate of the Neraki. It's still there, hanging around his neck, settled on his shoulders. The sand is battering the windows and driving them to shelter and his hair is falling in his eyes and Mikasa is at his back.) Her fingers catch on a knot in his hair, and he sucks a breath in through his teeth, reaches up reflexively to catch her wrist and still her before he can think better of it.
His mouth presses thin, but he doesn't say anything. Just holds on a second or two too long before letting her go. He closes his eyes, head bowed, humming tension slowly sinking out of his shoulders as she gets back to carding her hands through his hair and going through the motions of trimming it.]