The room was still dim when any sign of life showed. Jean pushed his fringe back from his face and yawned, dropping his arm to his side lazily. He shifted away from the chest he was nuzzled up to and placed his head on the same pillows to the head of which the chest belonged to. He raised a hand and placed it carefully on the other's cheek, sighing contently. He'd spend all day running his fingertips over Marco's features if he could. He'd spent so many hours counting the few freckles that were scattered over his cheeks that he could tell you the number off the top of his head – 20, exactly, no more, no less. 10 on each side, unless he'd gained a few since the last count. Jean's hand trailed down to Marco's jawline, Marco's face was more rounded than his own – he preferred it and dragged his hand lightly around the curve. It's not so much he'd envied Marco's features more, admired them, he rarely saw freckles on people anymore and most of the men had sharp jawlines, Marco was a breath of fresh air. Jeans moved his thumb to Marco's lips, pressing gently when the other twitched. Jean pulled back his hand and blinked as Marco rubbed one of his eyes, staring Jean before breaking into a large grin, eyes shutting again. Jean's cheeks turned red before wrapping himself around him, pressing his face against Marco's chest.
"Marco…" He whispered, shutting his eyes and nuzzling in.
"Jean.." Marco's voice breathed out.

"Jean? Jean..?" Jean bolted upright in bed, woken up by the sound of Armin's voice from outside the door. Jean turned to look at the other side of the bed, empty.
"Time to wake up, we gotta get moving." Armin continued. Jean clutched at his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief second.
"Coming." He managed to force out with little hint to the state that he was in. Once Armin's footsteps left the area Jean removed is hand to let out a chocked sob. He quickly wiped the tears from his cheek and placed a hand on the middle of the empty side of the bed, patting it twice.
"Wait for me."