Armin held his hands out in front of him, staring at the sleeves of Jean's shirt in fascination. He was wearing an over-sized red sweater that slid off of his shoulders occasionally. He tugged the collar back over his clavicle for the fifth time and looked into the mirror on the bathroom wall. None of Jean's pants would actually fit him; Armin decided to sleep in his own black boxers. Luckily they had not gotten wet from the rain.

He exited the bathroom to see Jean creating a pallet of blankets on the floor.

"I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." Jean said, fluffing one of the pillows.

"No," Armin objected, "you slept on the floor last time, it's only if-"

"The guest gets the bed, no exceeptoins," Jean continued to lay out sheets of varying …show more content…
"I... miss you. I love you."

Another hoarse sob escaped the boys throat. He swallowed heavily.

"I wanna see you agian."

Yet another flash of brightened up the room for a split second reflecting across Armin's tear coated cheeks. His pale fingers began to quiver as they gripped onto the pillow case with an unbelievable amount of strength. Yet, all this time Jean remained asleep, resting peacefully. His body just began to stir and his eyes crinkled in confusion.

"Just once, even... if it's only for a second."

Jean's eyes began to twitch.

"Please... let me- let me... hold your hands again."

His eyebrows furrowed together. Jean slowly became aware of the noises around him. Rain pounding against the roof, thunder, bolts of light. It was storming outside. But, he also heard something else... something shifting, whispering, sobbing... Armin. A faint hum escaped Jean's lips.

"Let me... s-see you. Mom and Dad."

The teen's eyes jerked open, his attention quickly turned towards the shivering blonde that had crawled away from his embrace.

"The ocean..." The boy cried, holding a pillow to his face; his voice seemed raw and strangled. "we were supposed to see it. All of us, together! So why did you