[Subaru kicks the bag over, but he comes to join Eren anyway. He probably could’ve just carried it.]

Guess that’s a lot to get used to, huh?

[He sighs, looking at the state of him.]

Here.

[He shrugs off his jacket and takes a dagger to the sleeve of his t-shirt. Kneeling down, he presses the scrap of fabric into Eren’s hands, dabbing at the blood.]

It’s not gonna do much, but at least you won’t get blood all over your lunch.