[It’s a tone he knows very well, as infuriating as it is soothing. It (almost) never fails.
[Embarrassingly, he sniffles into the receiver. He bites his thumb and lets it drop.]
I just want to go home for a while.
[Home. Mom. Armin and Mikasa. Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey. Familiar streets and sacred spots. The smell of his hometown. The shitty soft serve at the ancient ice cream shop that won’t close. His tree. The grocery store with the leaky roof.]
no subject
[Embarrassingly, he sniffles into the receiver. He bites his thumb and lets it drop.]
I just want to go home for a while.
[Home. Mom. Armin and Mikasa. Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey. Familiar streets and sacred spots. The smell of his hometown. The shitty soft serve at the ancient ice cream shop that won’t close. His tree. The grocery store with the leaky roof.]