[ Once Jean was left to his own devices he shut his eyes, just trying to take things in. This new place - Genessia - seemed a million times bigger than Eros ever did, but he still managed to be with friends. That should have comforted him, but more than anything he already felt out of place when he was alone.
Eventually he found himself wandering the mansion, learning his way around and back again. Checking behind doors that weren't locked. The usual, really.
Somehow he managed to be there when Armin came home and for a brief moment he felt like he found a ray of light among all the unsurity. He smiled at Armin exactly like someone would if they cared a great deal about that person. ]
Welcome home.
[ He helps breach the gap, sliding his arms gently around Armin. The relief is enough to make him not notice the differences immediately, but the way Armin hugged him made his stomach sink again.
This wasn't an embrace of lovers. ]
You're taller.
[ Excuse him for his stupidity as he steps away, his hands falling to his sides clenched. It's not the experience and understanding he notes in Armin's eyes, either. It's the lack of ghosts and shared experiences. Jean can't take his eyes off of Armin, though. Even when he clears his throat lightly and asks: ]
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Eventually he found himself wandering the mansion, learning his way around and back again. Checking behind doors that weren't locked. The usual, really.
Somehow he managed to be there when Armin came home and for a brief moment he felt like he found a ray of light among all the unsurity. He smiled at Armin exactly like someone would if they cared a great deal about that person. ]
Welcome home.
[ He helps breach the gap, sliding his arms gently around Armin. The relief is enough to make him not notice the differences immediately, but the way Armin hugged him made his stomach sink again.
This wasn't an embrace of lovers. ]
You're taller.
[ Excuse him for his stupidity as he steps away, his hands falling to his sides clenched. It's not the experience and understanding he notes in Armin's eyes, either. It's the lack of ghosts and shared experiences. Jean can't take his eyes off of Armin, though. Even when he clears his throat lightly and asks: ]
Do you know what happened to Eggsy?
[ Please let his stomach be wrong. ]