Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit FUCK. Good work retard. You fucked up. Look at her. She thinks you’re crazy, now.
Saying nothing, Jean just decided to take this chance to have a breather. Regain his composure. Hopefully not scare her off completely. Damn, if she told Eren about this… Though he doubted she would.
The boy sat, head in his hands, and took a deep breath. Feeling better? A little. His face was still red from embarrassment, though. He looked up at her, meeting those pretty dark eyes. “Look,” He said, flashing her a goofy half grin. “If I ever do that again, just slap me or something.” But regret still lingered in his mind. Why did he have to get so stupid all of a sudden?
Mikasa seemed to look a little concerned. Well, better than creeped the fuck out, he reasoned. That was… reassuring? She cared?
“Sorry.” He mumbled, shifting awkwardly. “I have no idea what the hell just happened…” He let out a forced laugh, trying to lift the mood a little. He was disappointed in himself. He’d gotten her to smile, if just a little. But then he had to go pull that crap.
“But.” Come on, Jean. Redeem yourself. You can do it. He swallowed that lump that has been lingering in his throat. “I’m fine now. Don’t worry. It was nothing.” Just brush it off. Don’t make her think you have some kind of issues. You don’t. You’re a cool guy. Play cool. Perk up a little.
“But, you know.” Was that change in tone a little too obvious? “I’d be happy to help out, and talk, if you wanted. You don’t want all that negative shit clouding your thinking, it’s not good for you.” Finally. He actually said something normal.
The stare focused was a little more than confused, and a small frown was lit on her already frazzled features. Had she done something wrong? She knew her social skills weren't exactly the best, but she thought that she herself had been normal during this conversation.
She was known as a skilled person--aggressive and strong, but on the inside, she was literally a person with very few people she could call friends. This was probably the longest conversation she'd had with someone besides Eren or Armin. A sigh was emitted as she gazed at the now sitting soldier. As soon as he'd spoken, her confusion only grew.
"Slap you?" She tried to make her voice all the more reassuring that she didn't really mind his strange behavior, but it probably came out just the same as it usually would have. She really was terrible at expressing herself.
"I still don't understand what exactly you did--and it didn't seem like it was a bad thing, so there'd be no need for punishment to that extent, right?" Her last few words trailed off, and she was sure she was mostly trying to reason herself, and not with the other man. After he apologized, she let out a small dismissive wave, and her eyes were just as expressionless, void of any of the previous concern. "If you say there's no need to worry, then I'll trust your judgement."
And that was a good thing--worrying about more people would only be troublesome during the very end, wouldn't it? She tried to regain her composure herself, too. She'd made herself seem very vulnerable, in front of him, and she couldn't have him thinking any lowly of her. She made a small effort to stand up a bit straighter and make the eye contact more proper--that is, until he'd made a request.
Her fingers slowly laced themselves around the scarf wrapped around her neck, and she subconsciously lifted it above a majority of her face before looking away once more. "That would be...appreciate if you have the time once in a while. Talking does seem to come by naturally with you..." And she didn't exactly understand why. She felt comfortable. Perhaps it was because Jean was a man that had been around her for quite some time, during everyone's worst and best moments. "Thank you, Jean."
