Marco doesnât respond right away, busying himself with tipping Jeanâs head up, though not back, just up enough that he could get to Jeanâs nose more easily. âYouâre right. I donât have to,â the raven murmurs softly, placing his hands on either side of Jeanâs face, cupping it gently, pressing his thumbs to the sides of the blondeâs nose. âI have to straighten your nose, Itâs gonna hurt though. Iâll count to threeâŠOneâŠTwoâŠâ He suddenly presses the younger boyâs nose the side, a crack sounding out across the room. He turns to the first aide kit and opens it, before grabbing a rag from next to the side of the sink, Marco gets it wet, wringing out any excess water, before turning back to Jean. He grabs the younger boyâs chin lightly, carefully cleaning away the blood from the otherâs face, as he finally speaks up again. âI just wish you would be more careful. I donât like seeing you get hurt. Too many people get hurt these days,â he comments calmly, trying to hide the worry in his tone. He looks like heâs about to say something else, but he simply tosses the rag into the sink, before grabbing a small bandage, placing it gently across the other boyâs nose. After that, all that was left was to close the kit and put it away, before washing the blood from the rag.
 The light-haired teen flinched at the hands on his face, almost too close for comfort. He wasn't used to such things, even if it was just to straighten up an injury. Still, if he had to let anyone do it-- it would be Marco. "Try me, I don't get hurt so easil--" His sentence was cut short when the sudden pressing and crack filled the room and he yelped, cupping his own hands over his nose, tears in his eyes. "You-- You said you'd count to three!" He snapped, staring back up at the older with an irritable expression when he came back to clean the rest of the mess up. He sighed heavily at the hand on his chin and his jaw tightened, not really liking the words he was being given. it felt like a lecture, something he hadn't heard since he'd lived with his Mother. Even so, he knew the raven was right. The boy let his eyes close when the small bandage was placed upon his nose, mumbling something about how stupid he'd look, and slowly came to a stand. The younger moved to join Marco's side, just so he could run his bruised knuckles under the water and clean up. It was late anyway, and he needed to rest. Just the thought of having to go back to the dorms and sleep in the same room as Eren was unbearable. He shook his head and glanced towards the boy beside him, thankful the bunks were laid out on the floor. At least Marco would be between him and anyone else. Still, usually Connie was on the other side of Marco,and Eren was at the other end of room, so there shouldn't be anymore fights tonight. Hopefully.
  "Let's go.." He mumbled, turning on his heel to leave.
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