[The extra blush gives Mikasa away before her words; if Armin saw the wedding, and Eren wanted him to be there.... Reiner must’ve known, too, though he didn’t let on. What a world…]

Thanks. [It feels strange standing back; and it feels strange walking forward, but—well, she doesn’t have to apologize. A tentative approach, to Eren’s other side, and mostly eyeing Mikasa. Not out of any distrust, exactly, just… uncertainty.

[It was different with Armin. Aubrey already knew Armin. Eren didn’t run away with Armin. It’s strange, almost tense, knowing that Mikasa must be hurting infinitely more—and having to remind herself of that, voluntarily. There’s really no need for pettiness....

[Maybe Aubrey just needs to get to know her more.]

Eren wishes you’d been there.