“…Somethin’ up, dude?” Connie frowned—he should be used to Annie’s behavior by now, but that didn’t stop him from asking.
“Hm? No, not really. Why do you ask?” She quietly wondered if something seemed wrong.
“Nothin’, nothin’… I dunno, you always just seem like ya need a cup of tea, or somethin’.” Annie was the only person–besides Ymir, of course–that Connie felt as though he didn’t know as well as he could. In contrast, Annie didn’t seem as cruel.
“…Or maybe just someone to talk ta.”