[ you're equally lucky your friend doesn't have a temper on him, Rin. taking the water bottle with a word of thanks, his eyes fix themselves sharply on the door as someone's foot thuds against it. ]
[ he doesn't stand to greet the demon boy as Kohaku lets him in, more to avoid losing his balance and causing a scene atop a scene than anything, but distance and the unconscious titan shifter are hardly enough to stop an affronted stare across the room. ]
He was expecting this, sure, but it's different to actually be confronted with it. He makes a face back at both of them, though his expression is far more dogged and wary. Already chastised, he's not about to stack his own irritation on top of things either.
He shuffled in carefully, making sure to not knock Bert's poor head around any more than he already has, moving him to a safe corner in the living room where he sets him down carefully with a visual once over to ensure that he hadn't done irreparable damage to the titan.]
Y'mean before or after he got all giant on me? 'cause after was when I had to drag him outta there and knock his ass out so he'd stop strugglin'.
[He raises then with a tired sigh, trying to dust off his pants. It does little - he's filthy and bruised and it's going to take a full bath and a cleaner set of clothes to do anything worthwhile to the mess he is.]
... I wasn't gonna leave him there. Reiner would never forgive me if I didn't take care of him.
I think I can picture what happened after better than most, Rin, what I can't fathom is anything leading up to that. Take care of him?
[ it's out before he can stop it. did he mean tend to him or put him down? it could really go either way at this point. ]
I told you what he was capable of, you know how... emotionally unstable he's been, and you still pushed him all the way to that?
[ this is the first time Bertholdt has shifted since his arrival here, and though he very likely knew next to nothing of the man's true persona, surely he wouldn't transform at the drop of a hat. there had to have been warning signs. his feet slip off the sofa and brace against the floor, though he still isn't electing to stand. Kohaku is too busy fussing with Rin to warrant his approach. ]
[Rin has perfected the art of the kicked puppy look, and he's wearing it fairly well right now. Any twitch of his lips that could turn in to a scowl fades within seconds, the chastised look remains complete with ears and tail drooping low.
He doesn't respond to Kohaku since she takes up his hands and begins healing his bruises without letting him get a word in anyway. It's only when Armin starts in on him that he even begins to muster some sort of conjecture to all of it.]
He's a friend, Armin. Reiner was, too. I didn't leave you when you needed me and I wasn't gonna leave him. He needs friends, not... lockin' himself away in that damn mill with no one around. That's a damn good way to lose your fuckin' mind, would you rather have that runnin' around?!
[He doesn't mean to raise his voice, and the second it comes out he visibly winces at his own tone, drawing his hands away from Kohaku, rubbing them together.]
I didn't want to push him, but when I tried to tell him that everythin' went sideways and I couldn't talk him down over the phone. I had to go out there and tell him I wasn't leavin' until he came with me...
[ She stays quiet and listens to the two of them. While she understood the gravity of the situation, she was beginning to understand a little more why Rin rushed into things the way he did. Still, she wished he could have found a safer way to help Bertholdt ...
Once Rin releases her, she turns her focus over to Bertholdt. She moves over toward the unconscious man and kneels beside him, checking him over for injuries before focusing and performing one more heal arte on him.
She remained otherwise quiet. Armin and Rin needed to talk more right now anyway. ]
You couldn't leave me because I needed to be away from that place just as much as I needed you, Rin, it wasn't a leap that was ever under question. People grieve differently—some need distance, some need... familiarity.
[ compared to the other's rising tone, Armin's own stays level, though undeniably firm. but it does have him finally attempting to stand, steadying himself on the armrest as the room predictably bucks and smears like an undried canvas. it warrants a hunch forward and a soft curse beneath his breath, but that aside, he manages to mostly save face (if only by the fact he doesn't budge an inch until his vision stops sluicing.) ]
If you tear a child from its mother's breast, of course it will scream and fuss. You know it can't remain there forever, but that doesn't mean it doesn't need its time somewhere safe and comfortable, nor does it mean it has to be alone, you could've— Talked with him, stayed with him, encouraged him outside of his own volition, not... issued an ultimatum.
[ the argument peters out on a weak note as the little blond presses fingers to the bridge of his nose. it isn't bleeding, but his pulse is certainly thumping through his sinuses. Rin could've done a lot of things, but the situation had long since passed. beating someone already so precarious over the head with could'ves and should'ves wouldn't do him any more good in the moment. ]
[Damn. Damn damn damn. He doesn't want this argument to be another reason for that blasted illness to rear its ugly head against Armin and cause him to begin bleeding again. He hates seeing him in such a state, constantly just a gentle push towards falling victim to it and the horrid symptoms that came with it.
There's a huff through clenched teeth and flared nose, hand diving in to his pocket. Phone out, thumb scrolling, then Armin's hand grabbed with the phone placed in it.
It was better than shoving the phone in his face, after all.]
I tried to talk to him, because he came to me first.
I'm not the one who was out fighting. Don't worry about me.
[ It sounds a little snappier than she intended it to be. She does look a little tired after using that heal arte so often in a short period of time, but it's nothing she can't handle. She makes her way over to Rin's side again and shifts her weight to one leg, crossing her arms over her chest. She's just going to let these two have it out ... and maybe give Rin a kick for being so reckless later anyway. ]
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[ he doesn't stand to greet the demon boy as Kohaku lets him in, more to avoid losing his balance and causing a scene atop a scene than anything, but distance and the unconscious titan shifter are hardly enough to stop an affronted stare across the room. ]
What the hell did you do?
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He was expecting this, sure, but it's different to actually be confronted with it. He makes a face back at both of them, though his expression is far more dogged and wary. Already chastised, he's not about to stack his own irritation on top of things either.
He shuffled in carefully, making sure to not knock Bert's poor head around any more than he already has, moving him to a safe corner in the living room where he sets him down carefully with a visual once over to ensure that he hadn't done irreparable damage to the titan.]
Y'mean before or after he got all giant on me? 'cause after was when I had to drag him outta there and knock his ass out so he'd stop strugglin'.
[He raises then with a tired sigh, trying to dust off his pants. It does little - he's filthy and bruised and it's going to take a full bath and a cleaner set of clothes to do anything worthwhile to the mess he is.]
... I wasn't gonna leave him there. Reiner would never forgive me if I didn't take care of him.
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[ Kohaku could understand wanting to take care of someone, but there were clearly better ways to go about doing it. ]
You could have gotten yourself killed! You could have gotten others hurt or killed, too! I can't even begin to-- Here, let me heal you.
[ She moves closer to him and takes his hands in hers, holding onto them just a bit too tightly as she murmurs the incantation for her heal arte. ]
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[ it's out before he can stop it. did he mean tend to him or put him down? it could really go either way at this point. ]
I told you what he was capable of, you know how... emotionally unstable he's been, and you still pushed him all the way to that?
[ this is the first time Bertholdt has shifted since his arrival here, and though he very likely knew next to nothing of the man's true persona, surely he wouldn't transform at the drop of a hat. there had to have been warning signs. his feet slip off the sofa and brace against the floor, though he still isn't electing to stand. Kohaku is too busy fussing with Rin to warrant his approach. ]
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He doesn't respond to Kohaku since she takes up his hands and begins healing his bruises without letting him get a word in anyway. It's only when Armin starts in on him that he even begins to muster some sort of conjecture to all of it.]
He's a friend, Armin. Reiner was, too. I didn't leave you when you needed me and I wasn't gonna leave him. He needs friends, not... lockin' himself away in that damn mill with no one around. That's a damn good way to lose your fuckin' mind, would you rather have that runnin' around?!
[He doesn't mean to raise his voice, and the second it comes out he visibly winces at his own tone, drawing his hands away from Kohaku, rubbing them together.]
I didn't want to push him, but when I tried to tell him that everythin' went sideways and I couldn't talk him down over the phone. I had to go out there and tell him I wasn't leavin' until he came with me...
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Once Rin releases her, she turns her focus over to Bertholdt. She moves over toward the unconscious man and kneels beside him, checking him over for injuries before focusing and performing one more heal arte on him.
She remained otherwise quiet. Armin and Rin needed to talk more right now anyway. ]
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[ compared to the other's rising tone, Armin's own stays level, though undeniably firm. but it does have him finally attempting to stand, steadying himself on the armrest as the room predictably bucks and smears like an undried canvas. it warrants a hunch forward and a soft curse beneath his breath, but that aside, he manages to mostly save face (if only by the fact he doesn't budge an inch until his vision stops sluicing.) ]
If you tear a child from its mother's breast, of course it will scream and fuss. You know it can't remain there forever, but that doesn't mean it doesn't need its time somewhere safe and comfortable, nor does it mean it has to be alone, you could've— Talked with him, stayed with him, encouraged him outside of his own volition, not... issued an ultimatum.
[ the argument peters out on a weak note as the little blond presses fingers to the bridge of his nose. it isn't bleeding, but his pulse is certainly thumping through his sinuses. Rin could've done a lot of things, but the situation had long since passed. beating someone already so precarious over the head with could'ves and should'ves wouldn't do him any more good in the moment. ]
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[Damn. Damn damn damn. He doesn't want this argument to be another reason for that blasted illness to rear its ugly head against Armin and cause him to begin bleeding again. He hates seeing him in such a state, constantly just a gentle push towards falling victim to it and the horrid symptoms that came with it.
There's a huff through clenched teeth and flared nose, hand diving in to his pocket. Phone out, thumb scrolling, then Armin's hand grabbed with the phone placed in it.
It was better than shoving the phone in his face, after all.]
I tried to talk to him, because he came to me first.
[And then, to Kohaku:]
You're not gonna wear yourself out, are you?
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[ It sounds a little snappier than she intended it to be. She does look a little tired after using that heal arte so often in a short period of time, but it's nothing she can't handle. She makes her way over to Rin's side again and shifts her weight to one leg, crossing her arms over her chest. She's just going to let these two have it out ... and maybe give Rin a kick for being so reckless later anyway. ]