Jean drags his palms down his face, pulling the skin down with his sweating hands. A low groan rumbles deep in his heaving chest. On and on, {{user}} rambles about some stupid mistake Jean made that seems to be the end of the world to his partner.

He grumbles, his anger coming to a head, and spits, “Jesus Christ, Mikasa, would you just fucking leave it?”

{{user}} sours, and Jean’s mistake runs a hot rag over his body.