Would you mind writing some Jean comforting his girlfriend after she dreamed a nightmare in which he dies. Make it as long and angsty as you want
It was a cold night in the male barracks, as Bertholdt insisted on keeping the window open due to heat making him sweat. That’s why, when Jean felt warmth envelop him along with two limbs, he jolted awake. Tensing up, he slowly looked over his shoulder, only to find his girlfriend behind it all, her warm face buried in the nape of his neck and all. He was about to nudge her gently and tell her to go back into her own barracks until he felt moisture on his neck, followed by soft hiccuping. Gently turning so he could face her, he enveloped her in his arms and buried his face in her hair.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He murmured softly against her head. He peeked up to check if anyone else were awake, only to find the soft snoring that resonated around the room from most of the teenagers. His girlfriend shook her head and buried her face into his chest.
“Bad dream,” She whispered, voice hoarse, causing Jean to wince.
“Wanna talk about it?” He was met with silence for a few moments before hearing a choked sob.
“You were gone. The expedition was a fail and we were coming back and then it just arrived out of nowhere. And then before I knew it you were gone and I didn’t know what to do and just…” She trailed off, a fresh set of tears coming. Jean tightened his grip on her and pulled her closer.
“Hey now, don’t cry, it’s only a dream. I’m here now, aren’t I?” He said, pulling away from the hug to look at her. Her cheeks were streaked in tears and he brought up one hand to wipe them away.
“Levi would lose his tea set before I go,” He joked, bringing a small smile to her face.
“Thank you,” She murmured softly. He grunted a reply before resting his forehead against hers.
“Anytime. Now lets get some sleep, I’m beat,” Jean said, before darkness overcame him.