[His choked-up voice tugs at her all the more. With Eren holding her this tight, Aubrey can’t quite pull back enough to cup his face, thumb his tears; she squeezes him instead, before trying just that. Leftover fury still tugs at her face; it’s not for Eren. Not for him at all.]

So? [She’s this close to cursing out the man. Maybe she will. She tries to focus on Eren, instead.] It— it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry that got shared, but— god, who does that…?!