[That's about how it goes. Work yourself hard enough during the day and maybe you'll get a full night's sleep before the next one. (You won't twist or turn with worries or start awake with nightmares.) His answer comes on a kneejerk. A familiar small frustration muted and distracted by a newer and larger one.]
I'm not a kid, Mikasa.
[He doesn't need coddling, or ordering around, or putting to bed. He isn't going to get sick. (He will, and it'll land him in medical for days. By the time she's out of her shower he'll be dozing. Propped up against the cool hull of the rover, arms crossed over his bent knees, head nodding down toward his chest. Just where she left him.)]
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I'm not a kid, Mikasa.
[He doesn't need coddling, or ordering around, or putting to bed. He isn't going to get sick. (He will, and it'll land him in medical for days. By the time she's out of her shower he'll be dozing. Propped up against the cool hull of the rover, arms crossed over his bent knees, head nodding down toward his chest. Just where she left him.)]