Just a really short little ficlet. I also posted on AO3 (cuz email updates stopped working for me here.) Enjoy? it's sad so that'll be hard.
"Marco?" Marco looked at Jean as he shouted Marco's name in this sleep. "Marco? Marco, where are you?"
"I'm here Jean." Marco said, met with no response.
"Marco, please." Jean cried, fear in his voice.
"I'm here Jean!" Marco said again.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." A small cry, almost a wrangled sob, came out of Jean's mouth.
"Don't cry Jean, I'm fine.
"Why did I..."
"It's just a nightmare Jean. Please, wake up!"
"Jean?" Marco heard a small voice next to Jean's bed. "Wake up Jean." Armin poked him and Jean snapped out of his intense dream.
"Where's-" Armin cut Jean off mid-sentence.
"You had another nightmare." Armin dead-panned.
"Oh... oh yeah." Jean replied. "Did I wake you up?"
"It's fine." Armin said with a sympathetic look. "I understand. You're not the only one who has nightmares."
"I'm the only one who's this pathetic." Jean said.
"You're not pathetic Jean. You're just human. Go back to bed, I'll wake you up again if you have a nightmare.
"Th... Thanks Armin." Jean and Armin both went back to bed.
"Sometimes in moments like these, I forget that no one can hear me." Marco sighed.
"When I first died, I felt so at peace... No more titans or corrupt goverments or lazy officers. But I'd face a million titans with no one by my side but lazy officers, if it meant you could see me Jean." As Jean slept Marco gave him a small peck on the lips.