[It is evident, but…]
Sounds like a life of servitude to me. That’s all.
[There’s a pause.]
Sit down. [He’s still going - organizing, dusting, wiping, moving things around; if he weren’t so subdued, it would almost be a bit manic-looking.]
You can relax. [Eren can’t.] I’ve got it.
Sounds like a life of servitude to me. That’s all.
[There’s a pause.]
Sit down. [He’s still going - organizing, dusting, wiping, moving things around; if he weren’t so subdued, it would almost be a bit manic-looking.]
You can relax. [Eren can’t.] I’ve got it.
I don't mind it. [Just let me. If he stops moving, who knows what might happen?]
Don't think I'll make a habit of it...You have to look after yourself too. [Yet, he's still going. He won't go into the bedrooms without asking for; he has some rudimentary understanding of boundaries, at least.]
I was thinking though...
That I should probably stop by more often.
Don't think I'll make a habit of it...You have to look after yourself too. [Yet, he's still going. He won't go into the bedrooms without asking for; he has some rudimentary understanding of boundaries, at least.]
I was thinking though...
That I should probably stop by more often.
[Eren can’t imagine…He forgets sometimes to be grateful that he always has someone to come home to; when he walks through the door and the house is empty - even temporarily - he feels nothing but dread.]
Do you…spend every night sleeping by yourself?
[Not that that sort of thing is necessarily uncommon where Eren comes from under normal circumstances, but he spent most of his time in the military sharing beds for lack of resources. It’s…not something he’d ever want to go back on now.]
Do you…spend every night sleeping by yourself?
[Not that that sort of thing is necessarily uncommon where Eren comes from under normal circumstances, but he spent most of his time in the military sharing beds for lack of resources. It’s…not something he’d ever want to go back on now.]
No, I'm not. [He's bent halfway over, picking something up from off the ground. He straightens.] It isn't really about that, though.
[Or...is it? Eren's lips draw briefly into a tight line. He looks tense; after a moment, though, the tension evens out into something...weaker. His hand idly flexes and twists at his side, as if in pain.]
Those people...The ones who believe in me, even though I fail them again and again, even though I hate myself...
[Subaru gets it, right?]
I don't want to go home to them tonight.
[He is not entirely clueless; he gets how it sounds.]
They won't mind. It's not like that.
[Or...is it? Eren's lips draw briefly into a tight line. He looks tense; after a moment, though, the tension evens out into something...weaker. His hand idly flexes and twists at his side, as if in pain.]
Those people...The ones who believe in me, even though I fail them again and again, even though I hate myself...
[Subaru gets it, right?]
I don't want to go home to them tonight.
[He is not entirely clueless; he gets how it sounds.]
They won't mind. It's not like that.
[He's cute like that...
[Eren stops working (he's gotten an impressive amount done just as they've been talking), and sits down next to Subaru instead; presses their knees together, leans back on his arm so that it's pressed up close to the other boy's back. He just wants to see if that blush might get worse...]
How'd you like the food?
[Eren stops working (he's gotten an impressive amount done just as they've been talking), and sits down next to Subaru instead; presses their knees together, leans back on his arm so that it's pressed up close to the other boy's back. He just wants to see if that blush might get worse...]
How'd you like the food?
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