[Armin's not in the best position himself. He shifts to try and give Jean more space for himself, but it brings his feet awkwardly against the wall and his knees in his own face a bit. Not to mention the pain that runs up his leg at the motion.
He frowns, eyes shifting from his bare legs to Jean's face once more.]
[He tries, but the effort draws out an audible wince. He moves an inch and leaves a smear of blood as evidence–the wall is rubbing against his cut.]
Doesn't look like it.
[He fucked up. Should have noticed it sooner. Should have calmed down. Should have should have should have.] You should get out of here. No use in them getting both of us if they come in.
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He frowns, eyes shifting from his bare legs to Jean's face once more.]
You can't move back at all?
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Doesn't look like it.
[He fucked up. Should have noticed it sooner. Should have calmed down. Should have should have should have.] You should get out of here. No use in them getting both of us if they come in.