[His jaw works, his weight against her a comfort that is thoughtless but deliberate. Because the last few days are catching up to him, because he could use the reminder that she is here and unharmed. (Because he does everything he can to be steadfast and strong but he is also human, no matter how hard he tries and wishes to take on every burden he can.) It was strange, at first, the three of them sleeping in the same place for the first time since they were refugees. But it's a natural enough rhythm to fall back into. Like breathing. And Armin's absence is an uncomfortable hitch.]
Yeah. [Armin, who has been gone for days in medical, and he feels the absence keenly already. (Especially now, when he doesn't know what to do. When he doesn't know what has happened to him. The medtent had been safe during the lockdown. Just because it was safe once doesn't mean it would stay that way. He won't let himself accept that anything happened.) His knuckles white, but his shoulders slack, the fight draining out of him and leaving him feeling sick and tired and shaky. His head bows to knock against hers, huddled close in the space of the bunk. Quiet, for once.] He is.
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Yeah. [Armin, who has been gone for days in medical, and he feels the absence keenly already. (Especially now, when he doesn't know what to do. When he doesn't know what has happened to him. The medtent had been safe during the lockdown. Just because it was safe once doesn't mean it would stay that way. He won't let himself accept that anything happened.) His knuckles white, but his shoulders slack, the fight draining out of him and leaving him feeling sick and tired and shaky. His head bows to knock against hers, huddled close in the space of the bunk. Quiet, for once.] He is.