[It’s not until Eren finally looks at her, head warm and heavy in her hands, that Aubrey realizes just how much the drinks have gotten to him. It’s sad. It’s a little cute. It’s a bit like waking up next to him, wind outside the barracks long forgotten, and finally thinking, I could study his face forever.]
[She can’t help but smile. Sure, it’s bittersweet; maybe that’s how things always will be between them, dancing and spiraling, finding a thousand new ways to hurt each other. But… they can love each other, too. Never “just”… but they can.]
I don’t know. [Finally, an answer. Eren’s eyes are a storm, drunk and searching. Nothing they can’t weather… or at least, Aubrey will keep him until they can.]
I really don’t know. [Why her; and not Mikasa or Armin or Reiner. But here they are. What’s done is done. And she meant what she said.] I wouldn’t want it any different.
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[It’s not until Eren finally looks at her, head warm and heavy in her hands, that Aubrey realizes just how much the drinks have gotten to him. It’s sad. It’s a little cute. It’s a bit like waking up next to him, wind outside the barracks long forgotten, and finally thinking, I could study his face forever.]
[She can’t help but smile. Sure, it’s bittersweet; maybe that’s how things always will be between them, dancing and spiraling, finding a thousand new ways to hurt each other. But… they can love each other, too. Never “just”… but they can.]
I don’t know. [Finally, an answer. Eren’s eyes are a storm, drunk and searching. Nothing they can’t weather… or at least, Aubrey will keep him until they can.]
I really don’t know. [Why her; and not Mikasa or Armin or Reiner. But here they are. What’s done is done. And she meant what she said.] I wouldn’t want it any different.
[She kisses him, softly.]