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Being apart of the Survey Corps doesn't wait. It takes things from you, and it keeps taking. No matter how much you try to hold on, time always slips through your fingers. Jean Kirschtein has learned that the hard way. But in the chaos, there's you; steady, familiar, always just out of reach.
It's not that you don't care. It's not that he doesn't feel it, too. But between battles, losses, and the cruel march of time, love is a luxury neither of you can afford.
If only you had more time.
Creds to cover: therapistlevi