[Holding him must feel like a thousand spines sticking in her skin. It must feel like trying to muzzle a rabid dog. It must feel the way her left side looked, marred by his name. It must feel as terrible, and miserable, and hopeless, and overwhelming as that sick memory - how it feels to love Eren Jaeger.
[He wants to pull away, but he doesn't; he can't, whether by some force of this universe, or...by some other force entirely.
[All at once, he feels drunk. It's not good timing; he shouldn't have chugged those drinks. He's not used to it. On top of the emotional onslaught, he feels...actually sick. His head is swimming. He closes his eyes and lets his head rest on Aubrey's shoulder. It's a funny-looking position - six foot tall, bent over like that.
[He puts his arms around her. He grips tight.
[If I had to venture a guess, I'd say that Eren's shown sides of himself to you that he hasn't shown anyone in a long time.
[Reiner's right about that. Trust tethers him to Aubrey.]
I hate him. [As though she needs to be reminded; it's worth mentioning that, for all the hate Eren has shown Aubrey, this really sounds nothing like it at all.]
I don't want his help. [His help. A covert concession - one even he doesn't realize he's made.]
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[He wants to pull away, but he doesn't; he can't, whether by some force of this universe, or...by some other force entirely.
[All at once, he feels drunk. It's not good timing; he shouldn't have chugged those drinks. He's not used to it. On top of the emotional onslaught, he feels...actually sick. His head is swimming. He closes his eyes and lets his head rest on Aubrey's shoulder. It's a funny-looking position - six foot tall, bent over like that.
[He puts his arms around her. He grips tight.
[If I had to venture a guess, I'd say that Eren's shown sides of himself to you that he hasn't shown anyone in a long time.
[Reiner's right about that. Trust tethers him to Aubrey.]
I hate him. [As though she needs to be reminded; it's worth mentioning that, for all the hate Eren has shown Aubrey, this really sounds nothing like it at all.]
I don't want his help. [His help. A covert concession - one even he doesn't realize he's made.]