[There's someone here already. A girl around his age hunched over a crackling fireplace. The flames dance along the reflective lenses of his glasses, the relief palpable in the boy's features. But he's quickly snapped back to reality at Mikasa's words, and he gives her a short nod.]
Right. [A beat before he adds a hasty - ] Sorry.
[ - and shuts the door behind him, forcing the cold back outside. He removes his glasses, cautiously folding them back up and stowing them away in the jacket pocket of his uniform. He doesn't step any closer, however, remaining by the door with his head slightly bowed in apology.]
I didn't mean to intrude. I just...
[He's just so cold. And tired. And pretty miserable, if he's gonna be honest. All of which are pretty evident in his ragged voice. He glances back up at her again.]
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Right. [A beat before he adds a hasty - ] Sorry.
[ - and shuts the door behind him, forcing the cold back outside. He removes his glasses, cautiously folding them back up and stowing them away in the jacket pocket of his uniform. He doesn't step any closer, however, remaining by the door with his head slightly bowed in apology.]
I didn't mean to intrude. I just...
[He's just so cold. And tired. And pretty miserable, if he's gonna be honest. All of which are pretty evident in his ragged voice. He glances back up at her again.]
Sorry if I startled you.