[The memory is intimate; all the more so for how simple it is, and how certain, and how light. When Aubrey saw Eren’s memory of Reiner in the barracks, it had been an easy thing to rage against, to demand never to talk about again. It left no room for feeling warmth. But Armin isn’t Reiner, and Eren remembers this conversation; remembers how the two connect. It was a reassurance, a protection, an “I’ll always be your ally.” More than an ally. More than a friend. More than a brother, or a comrade, or anything like that.
[At Aubrey’s recommendation, Eren’s embarrassed to not only feel his face go hot, but see his cheeks go pink in the mirror surrounding them. He feels exceptionally naked all of a sudden.]
Shouldn’t that idea bother you?
[His glare and grumble are half-hearted and young.]
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[At Aubrey’s recommendation, Eren’s embarrassed to not only feel his face go hot, but see his cheeks go pink in the mirror surrounding them. He feels exceptionally naked all of a sudden.]
Shouldn’t that idea bother you?
[His glare and grumble are half-hearted and young.]