Oi, Eren, Mikasa
said something
weird and I don't
get it

Explain

wtf horse face
do u think im
psychic ur gonna
have to explain a
little more than
that

later tho im w
reiner and them
atm ;)

Jean refused to admit that he was relieved.

Tossing his phone to the other side of the couch so he didn't have to look at it, Jean stretched until he felt that satisfying pop in his shoulders.

It was the Thursday after he and Marco had taken Mikasa out for lunch, and Jean was a little embarrassed by the fact that he was actually proud of himself for not leaving it until Friday. Sure, his attempt hadn't got him anywhere, and barely counted as an attempt in the first place, but it was something. Eren now knew that Jean wanted to talk with him, therefore, the ball was in his court. Jean was content to wait until Eren got back to him.

At this point, Marco would just have to deal with whatever weirdness Armin might throw his way.

Jean wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a frozen pizza to chuck in the oven. Eren's second text lingered in his mind, giving Jean the same weird feeling that it always had. 'I'm with Reiner and them at the moment'.

'And them' being Bertholdt and Annie.

The three of them, Reiner, Bert, and Annie, were a throuple, which was fine. Jean hadn't ever had any kind of problem with that, or polyamory in general. Except then Eren joined them, sorta, and that prickled at Jean like nothing else. He wasn't sure why. Annie had some kinda thing going on with Armin outside of her relationship with Reiner and Bert (and Eren), which made Jean feel exactly zero things.

So why did Eren's involvement bother him so much?

He set the timer for his pizza and collapsed back onto the sofa to wait, still mulling over his thoughts. Three hours later, with the pizza demolished and still no reply from Eren, Jean was starting to rethink his decision. He wasn't sure he had the patience to wait for his friend to remember that Jean had even asked a question.

"Babe? You alright?"

"Wah!"

Jean, who had been spent the majority of his day on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, suddenly found himself with a vision full of freckles. He launched himself up with an embarrassingly squeaky shout.

Marco, the freckled vision in question, stepped back before they knocked foreheads, chuckling. "Little lost in thought there, Jeanbo?"

He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Jean's temple. Jean smiled, turning his head to catch Marco's lips in a proper kiss.

"Welcome home," he murmured, playfully rubbing their noses together. "I didn't know you were working on becoming a ninja in your spare time."

Marco straightened up, laughing. "Shows how much you know. Mikasa taught me her ways years ago."

Terrifyingly enough, Jean wasn't sure if he was joking. It was entirely plausible that he wasn't.

"On the subject of Mikasa," Jean started tentatively, deciding he didn't want to know. "I text Eren today."

"Oh? How did it go?"

Marco's interested (and slightly hopeful) reply made Jean's face burn with embarrassment.

"It, uh. It didn't."

He meekly opened his texts and passed the phone up for Marco to read. The instant sigh-snort that his boyfriend let out only made his blush worse.

"Jean, baby-"

"I know!" Jean cut him off, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "It's just so awkward! I don't know how to start!"

"Should we do it together, then?" Marco suggested, gently taking hold of Jean's hands. "And just make sure that he knows it's important to both of us."

"Please."

Marco laughed. "Okay. When he gets back to you, tell him we want to talk. Maybe he can come over this weekend if he's not busy."

Jean nodded, determined. Together, they would get to the bottom of this.