Morning everyone, thought I'd upload this before I head off to work, hope you enjoy it :D

There is a tiny part of Jean that expects the following morning with Armin to be awkward but it isn't, far from it in fact. Waking up with Armin in his arms feels so right and he presses a kiss to Armin's forehead before he gets out of bed, pulls on his boxers still lying on the bedroom floor and goes to the kitchen to start making the both of them some breakfast.

Everything about this morning just feel perfect and Jean even finds himself humming quietly along to a song on the radio as he makes coffee. Just knowing that Armin is in his bed, safe and happy, just makes everything seem brighter. The fact that they spent last night having sex is a wonderful added bonus.

He finishes making a large stack of pancakes, putting them on plates and a tray along with coffee and is about to make his way back into his bedroom when Armin appears. He is in that huge sleep shirt, with the front of his hair tied up in a tiny ponytail, and he looks so breathtaking Jean almost feels like saying 'fuck breakfast' and taking Armin into his room for round two.

"Morning," he says smiling.

"Hi..." Armin says. He shuffles, looking down at the floor and fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"How did you sleep?" Jean asks.

"Great thanks," Armin replies, blushing. He looks up and Jean, teasing his lip between his teeth and smiling. "Although I must admit I did wonder if you'd disappeared when I woke up and you weren't there."

"Do you expect me too?"

"I don't know," Armin shrugs. "Not really, no."

"Do you want some breakfast?" Jean asks.

"Yeah that would be great thank you," Armin replies.

Jean hands him a plate of pancakes and a mug of coffee before leading Armin over to a small table. Armin sits, feeling a little awkward, but he pushes it down and begins eating. The first bite of pancake is like heaven and Armin doesn't even bother to stop the groan of pleasure at the taste. Jean chuckles as he watches.

"Good?" he asks.

"Amazing," Armin says, swallowing his mouthful. "I can't even remember the last time I had something that tasted this good."

"I'm glad," Jean says. He can't help but smile at how happy Armin looks. His smile lights up his entire face and his eyes gleam. So beautiful...

"Thank you so much for this," Armin says.

"It's just pancakes and coffee," Jean chuckles.

"I mean for everything," Armin says. "For this, for letting me stay, just for everything really."

"It's fine," Jean says. "After everything that's happened I'm not just going to let you sleep out on the streets. I care about you too much."

"What?" Armin asks, his fork poised halfway between the plate and his mouth. Had he just heard that right?

"I care about you," Jean says again. Armin's obviously having issues processing this so he's going to have to spell it out for him. "I would have thought that would have been obvious after everything that's happened between us."

"I... I suppose so," Armin mumbles, his blush beginning to spread. He brushes a lose strand of hair behind his ear and turns his attention back to his pancakes.

"This may be a bit presumptuous of me," Jean begins after a few seconds of silence, "but what the hell, would you like to stay?"

"Here?" Armin asks, surprised.

"Yeah."

"What like until I get settled?" Armin asks.

"If you like," Jean replies shrugging even though Armin has totally missed his meaning all together.

"That would be great, thank you," he says.

"Great," Jean says smiling.

"I need to find a new job though," Armin says after a pause. "I need to start looking for something that will take an ex-stripper and that might take some going."

"I think I might be able to help you there."

"Sasha," Jean sings, grinning at the girl glowering at him from behind the counter.

"What do you want Jean?" Sasha asks as she slams the till closed. "I can't give you free muffins anymore. I get in trouble."

"That's not what I'm here for but good to know," he chuckles. "No I came because I wanted to ask you a favour."

"What kind of favour?" Sasha asks. "Because if you're going to ask me to go out with Connie again you're too late, he's already asked me out."

"And?"

Sasha blushes and looks away. "We're going out Friday," she mumbles.

"Good," Jean grins. "That wasn't what I was going to ask though."

"Oh really?"

"This will be a huge benefit for your though," Jean says. "Are you still hideously understaffed?"

"I literally work here by myself. Hannah just left to become a florist, of all things," Sasha says.

"That's good."

"Not for me it bloody isn't," Sasha says.

"What I mean is you have a job going that Armin can fill," Jean says gesturing to him as Armin steps out from behind him and waves shyly at Sasha.

Sasha looks him up and down with narrowed eyes. "Can you serve people and smile at the same time?"

"Yes Ma'am," he says.

"Well that's more than some people achieve in a lifetime," Sasha says. "You start first thing tomorrow."

"Oh... okay..." Armin says startled. "Sure."

Sasha smiles at him. "Don't look so scared honey, I'll look after you."

"Armin this is Sasha," Jean says, gesturing to her. "She's a little bit mad but she's nice enough."

"Nice enough?" Sasha asks with a raised eyebrow.

"She is an angel sent from heaven," Jean corrects himself.

"And don't you forget it."

"Thank you Sasha," Armin says smiling. "I won't let you down."

She winks at him. "No problem honey," she says before she turns to smile at the next customer.

Armin turns to smile up at Jean as they walk away from the counter. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything," Armin replies. "I'm just so thankful for everything you've done for me and I have no way to repay you."

"You don't need to repay me," Jean says.

"I know but I want to," Armin says.

"Okay then move in with me," Jean says.

"What?"

"Move in with me," Jean says again. "I don't want what happened between us last night to be a one night thing." He cups Armin's face with both hands and presses their foreheads together. I've already told him that I care about him so I might as well go for broke... "Armin I'm crazy about you and I have been since the first night I saw you dancing on that stage. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and you have no idea how happy I am to have you in my life. I don't think I'm ready to let you go. Not now, not ever."

"Jean this is insane," Armin says, his voice thick with emotion. He's desperate not to cry but the things Jean has been saying are almost too good to be true. It can't be happening, people like me don't get happy endings. "It feels like it's moving too fast."

"Then I'll take a step back," Jean says. "You can stay in the spare room and I'll dial it down as much as you want me to."

"How are you this understanding?" Armin asks shaking his head and taking hold of Jean's wrists, smiling.

"Because you deserve someone who is," Jean says. "I'd give you the world if I could."

Maybe it's time to let someone be nice to you for a change, who cares if it's too soon, god knows you need it. "Okay," he says, smiling up at Jean and giving his wrists a gentle squeeze. "I'll move in with you... properly, not just in the spare room."

"Really?" Jean asks, a grin of his own spreading across his face.

"Really," Armin says.

"Perfect," Jean says before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to Armin's in the most perfect kiss Armin had every experienced.