[She kisses him. His eyes fall closed. It feels like it lasts forever - maybe due to the alcohol, maybe due to the way gravity increases every time Aubrey touches him. He pulls her in closer, even once the kiss has ended, straightening so he can hold her head to his chest. It's right where she belongs - with him, safe, warm, Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey.]
I don't either.
[Back home, drunkards call alcohol a truth serum. Eren doesn't realize in the moment how true that must be. He has no wall left to break down - not at this moment.]
I don't want anything else.
[Is it true? It feels true. Right now it feels true. If he were sober, he'd wish it could stay that way; drunk, he doesn't see why it wouldn't. Home is far away.]
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I don't either.
[Back home, drunkards call alcohol a truth serum. Eren doesn't realize in the moment how true that must be. He has no wall left to break down - not at this moment.]
I don't want anything else.
[Is it true? It feels true. Right now it feels true. If he were sober, he'd wish it could stay that way; drunk, he doesn't see why it wouldn't. Home is far away.]