[Eren and Aubrey aren't exemplary communicators (Eren especially), but the expression on her face reads loud and clear, and he takes the apology to heart as much as he can. It's not that Eren is opposed to forgiveness when the situation allows for it; it's just that most don't.
[Can either of them ever truly forgive each other for the last conversation they had? He's not sure of that. He's not even sure that either of them would truly want to. Aubrey and he are as complex as they are desperate for each other.
[Still, her comfort is a balm. It leaves him feeling oddly emotional. When he reflects back on his life, there are very few moments he can recall that reflect tenderness like this. His mother, maybe, but that was such a long time ago. Mikasa and Armin, certainly, but there was never much room for that sort of thing even with them.
[The beast, for now, is assuaged. His grip around Aubrey loosens just slightly into something more comfortable. Absently - subconsciously, really - his nails drag up and down her back.]
We have to learn to stay together...
[His voice is quiet, contemplative, but calm. Numbness still looms, but Aubrey's warmth keeps it at bay for the moment. How long can they keep this up?]
Even when we can't stand each other. I don't care.
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[Can either of them ever truly forgive each other for the last conversation they had? He's not sure of that. He's not even sure that either of them would truly want to. Aubrey and he are as complex as they are desperate for each other.
[Still, her comfort is a balm. It leaves him feeling oddly emotional. When he reflects back on his life, there are very few moments he can recall that reflect tenderness like this. His mother, maybe, but that was such a long time ago. Mikasa and Armin, certainly, but there was never much room for that sort of thing even with them.
[The beast, for now, is assuaged. His grip around Aubrey loosens just slightly into something more comfortable. Absently - subconsciously, really - his nails drag up and down her back.]
We have to learn to stay together...
[His voice is quiet, contemplative, but calm. Numbness still looms, but Aubrey's warmth keeps it at bay for the moment. How long can they keep this up?]
Even when we can't stand each other. I don't care.