This isn’t the kind of job you can do without really choosing it yourself."
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Leaning against the door frame behind her, she listened to Jean speak. Watching closely as he sat up, she observed every inch of him. He was a handsome boy, but he was not the only one she observed that way. It was just how she made sure she was in a safe situation.
This war had taken more of a tole on her than she was willing to admit.
”Taking care of Eren is my job. It isn’t something I complain about, just as long as he is safe.” Mikasa got a little defensive before taking a deep breath. She was only cranky because she was tired.
“I appreciate you letting me sleep. I just don’t understand how I got into my room. I guess I was so tired yesterday that it was just all a blur.” She stated. "But, if you know who helped me into bed. Can you tell them thank you?"
Jean only scoffed gently to her defence. He’d heard it a million times, and he had half a mind to tell her that it really wasn’t her job and that he actually could handle himself. That said, close friends were pretty important to have nearby. Or in memory.
A chuckle and Jean bobbed his head, fingers pinching at the nape of his neck to give a mini-massage.
“That was me, actually. I, uh, you fell asleep kinda on my shoulder and then I carried you to bed. I hope you don’t mind.” He blushed and dropped his gaze.