[A grip to the throat, followed by a protective hand. He wonders how much Jean actually wished he would die when he was still young. Perhaps Eren isn't entitled to bitterness in a situation like this, but it comes anyway. What good is a promise to a liar? Eren's broken them before.
[It's a cold feeling; not empty, but cold, like being locked outside. Fingers find their way through the hair at the back of Jean's head. Eren has been staring for a long time.]
I'm looking for it. [The wristband would be with his belongings.]
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[It's a cold feeling; not empty, but cold, like being locked outside. Fingers find their way through the hair at the back of Jean's head. Eren has been staring for a long time.]
I'm looking for it. [The wristband would be with his belongings.]
I came here first, Jean.