~from (y/n)'s POV~
You waited half an hour. Then forty-five minutes.
The time surpassed was bordering on an hour when the tent flap ruffled and in stumbled Jean in all of his only-wearing-boxers glory. He collapsed on the sleeping bag, rubbing his fists against his eyes, and he slowly removed them, opening his eyes to- "(Y/N)?!" he shrieked, crawling backwards. "What are you doing in here?!" After a moment, a faint blush stained his cheeks, and he fumbled for his shirt, hastily holding it over his chest instead of slipping it on. Then he snagged a pair of pants and covered his legs with them as much as he could without actually putting them on.
After having a chance to calm down, he stared at you. "What are you doing in here?"
You didn't know what to say, so you looked at the ground, mainly to avoid seeing any part of Jean that you didn't need to. "I...I wanted to see how you're doing. Because...I know...you and Marco...were close..." Before you were able to finish your sentence, you were already crying.
"(Y/n)?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know why...I don't usually cry this much..." You dragged in a deep breath, your lungs scraping for air. "I just...I can't take it anymore...everyone dying...I just...we're all stuck here, being killed off one by one...there's nothing we can do to stop it...we're all going to die...we're all going to die, Jean." The words broke free from your lips, the verbal realization of your fears. How could you fight back against whatever this was, this thing that was killing your friends, friends that had been strangers just a few days ago?
You were sad for those who had died.
But you were more afraid for yourself.

~from Jean's POV~
Without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my arms around (y/n)'s trembling figure, pulling her in close to me. She reminded me of a small animal despite the fact that she was almost as tall as I was, if not taller. I just wanted to ease her pain, if only for a moment.
But my pain...who can ease my pain? Marco...
It was then that I realized that in the process of hugging (y/n), I had accidentally dropped the shirt and pants I'd used to quickly cover myself, and now all of my revealed flesh was pressed against (y/n). Trying not to give away how suddenly uncomfortable I was (not to mention how warm my face was getting), I forced myself to remain there for a moment longer before pulling away.
"So, (y/n)," I said, my face red and my voice uneven. "You...you found Marco?" I asked, my heart slowing down as it realized how serious I was.
She nodded, her head down. "I was walking...and then I saw him by the fence. I wanted to move him, but he- Erwin stopped me."
"Then what happened?"
"I came and told you."
"Well...thanks." I blew out a breath. "(Y/n)...how do you think he- it happened?"
She paused, clearly not having expected this question. "He...was running, and he tripped, or something...or something..."
"(Y/n)..."
She clamped her hands over her ears. "Don't say it, Jean. Don't say it."
"(Y/n), Marco was murdered."
"No."
"At least, that's what Levi said."
"Levi doesn't know what he's talking about!" (Y/n) yelled, surprising me, but then she got quiet. "He's a liar. They're all liars. Him, Erwin, Annie..."
Well, I wasn't the sharpest knife in the place where they keep the knives, but even I had noticed Erwin sneaking off with Annie on supply runs, coming back with buttons unbuttoned, laces unlaced, Velcro...de-Velcro-fied. Maybe I wouldn't have noticed as much as I did, but...I'd been through that. Not either Erwin, ew, disgusting, but with my last girlfriend. She'd cheated on me. I'd been blind to it for months before I finally stopped ignoring the insurmountable evidence that had been accumulating all that time. All because Marco had pushed me to finally see reality and get rid of her lying self.
So, yeah, I saw the signs with (y/n)'s relationship. I sympathized. But did I want to be the one to tell her? Did I want to be the one to break her heart?
So I didn't say anything, and I've felt guilty every one of these past few days because of my silence. "(Y/n)..." Pause. When had she ended up snagging Shortstack?
She wiped away her last few tears and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, the weakness was gone. "I'm sorry, Jean. I came to check on you, but clearly I'm not doing a great job of that. I'm going to go back to my tent."
"Is that...is that safe?" I found myself asking, hesitantly.
She looked at me strangely, and I felt myself blush again. "Nowhere's safe, Jean. So I'll take my own sleeping back over anywhere else." Then she left through the flap, and the tent got a little bit cooler. Science claimed that the flap let in the cold air, but my heart believed that she took some warmth with her.
I didn't mind her smile.
But jeez, why couldn't I have been more clothed?! I put my hands over my face to hide the deep-set blush.