Only if...
The single thought as popped up into his head when he saw the black haired girl, asking himslef the same questions over and over again. Will she ever know? Will I see the day where we are both happily married? Will I?
The answer was the same every time. Maybe.
The answer always puzzled him, he lived in a world you got no or yes as an answer - not maybe.
He always got a yes or no answer, straight forward and heartless. That was the world he lived in. It didn't care for how you felt about it, only how you took it. All of them fighting for something they could never achieve alone. That was the world he lived in. He was living in a nightmare, everyone's nightmare.
The knot in his throat when tried to manage to get the words out, his flustered face relieving his heisting, he never thought he was a open book - until Mikasa came around. He was a open book ready to be read, by Mikasa.
"Jean?" A soft, feminine voice asked with worry laced in her voice. "Yeah?" He asked, seeing Sasha the one who asked the question. "You were dazing off while staring at Mikasa. Eat up, this is the only food we get until lunch time, we have a lot to do tomorrow.." She said, before taking a sip of her creamy soup.
"I will, don't worry.." He said. He couldn't take a bite of his food nor of a single drop of his soup now, his thoughts holding him back. I never thought trying to save humanity left so many scars..
Sorry this is so short, I might write if it gets request and if I feel like it... Thanks for reading!