[And there he is. About time, Aubrey thinks; it’s affectionate. The way Eren says Mikasa’s name, her hands on his face, his promise kept… Their warmth reminds Aubrey of the barracks, of every time Eren’s wrapped his arms around her, when there was no doubt he was breathing and his heart was beating.
[It occurs to her, again, that maybe she should be bothered by this. And yet, again, she’s not. She swore herself to Eren’s peace; and his peace, it seems, is the people he loves. Every one of them, in their own way, and no less devoted.]
[He should have this, she thinks. Mikasa needs this. The scarf is theirs.]
[Without fully realizing it, Aubrey takes a step back.]
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[And there he is. About time, Aubrey thinks; it’s affectionate. The way Eren says Mikasa’s name, her hands on his face, his promise kept… Their warmth reminds Aubrey of the barracks, of every time Eren’s wrapped his arms around her, when there was no doubt he was breathing and his heart was beating.
[It occurs to her, again, that maybe she should be bothered by this. And yet, again, she’s not. She swore herself to Eren’s peace; and his peace, it seems, is the people he loves. Every one of them, in their own way, and no less devoted.]
[He should have this, she thinks. Mikasa needs this. The scarf is theirs.]
[Without fully realizing it, Aubrey takes a step back.]