[When Eren pulls Aubrey’s head to his chest, it feels natural. His head on her shoulder feels similar, maybe all the more because he’s too tall; it’s because he does it at all. She’d hold him for a million years like this.]

[Surely that thought wasn’t meant to be shared, either.... Zeke. Another new name. Now doesn’t feel like the time to ask…

[Aubrey holds her husband for a while longer, thoughts quiet as her touch. But he does deserve to know, at least, that the world is prying again. She doesn’t let go, but she does finally whisper—]

I heard one of your thoughts again. About Zeke.

[One hand cradles his nape.]
You don’t have to talk about it.