Her side of the bed is cold when he wakes up. The memory of last night comes back to haunt him. The accusations, the yelling, and worse of all, the words left unsaid. Jean didn't know whether or not she'd left for work yet and frankly, he hoped she was gone. He had no idea what to tell her.
But fate isn't kind to Jean. It never has been. Mikasa's in the kitchen when he enters. Her eyes connect with his for a split second before she looks away.
He doesn't know how to fix this.
And neither does she.