    It was at random that he watched over Jean as they slept. His mind kept him awake, racing over endless possibilities of millions of scenarios. Tiredness lulled him into a dull state at the same time, bright blues half-lidded as they stared at the boy in front of him.
    Rather than looking at Jean's face he had seen right through it for a while, until he finally began to try and concentrate on his features so he could make the thoughts s t o p ---
    Someone asleep wasn't that much of a beauty, no matter what poems said. No matter the face, they all looked the same. Some open mouthed, some in the strangest of poses, but sleep still made the same thing out of all of them. Armin wondered what he looked like asleep and realized that geesh... he really should stop thinking all together. Â
