[ Jean spreads his hands across Eren's back, letting his fingers press against skin. He's shirtless and Jean simply draws him closer, letting one hand trace up and down along the knobs of his spine.

They're both selfish. Eren is shit, but he won't affirm that right now. ]

I love you no matter what you are, Eren.

[ He can't say he's never asked Eren to change. He did, once upon a time. Eren tried here, oh did he try, but Jean had to accept the same fact that Eren did: there was no path that did not end in the rumbling and the loss of eighty percent of humanity.

He leans their foreheads together, eyes falling closed. ]

I know I've been unfair. But ... I really do want you to rest, if you can, or at least take it easy. I can take care of the rest.