[Jean takes that invitation to press forward - that seems like the reasonable thing to do, after all, just keep kissing a...fellow soldier...- but as he does so, Armin pulls away and Jean has to catch himself on the table so he doesn't end up falling into Armin.
Why did they stop? Shit, had Jean gone too far? He's not always the best at reading social cues. He's almost afraid to look up at Armin, unsure what kind of disapproval he'll see on the blond's face.
But instead he's greeted with a flushed face, the feeling of something on his leg, and a question.
...Oh. Okay.]
Um.
[It comes out as a whisper and Jean reminds himself to breathe, as well.]
Y-Yeah. That was...
Well it's still not what I expected, you know. Needs some work.
[And if Armin doesn't refuse, Jean will just lift his hand to Armin's face, his fingers brushing tentatively over the other's cheek before he leans in. His turn.]
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Why did they stop? Shit, had Jean gone too far? He's not always the best at reading social cues. He's almost afraid to look up at Armin, unsure what kind of disapproval he'll see on the blond's face.
But instead he's greeted with a flushed face, the feeling of something on his leg, and a question.
...Oh. Okay.]
Um.
[It comes out as a whisper and Jean reminds himself to breathe, as well.]
Y-Yeah. That was...
Well it's still not what I expected, you know. Needs some work.
[And if Armin doesn't refuse, Jean will just lift his hand to Armin's face, his fingers brushing tentatively over the other's cheek before he leans in. His turn.]