[Eren’s hand is outstretched. The motion’s different this time, less pained, more… wanting. Innocent, almost. Like finding shapes in the clouds, and grabbing for them like they’d be soft to the touch.]

[Boyish.]

[Aubrey doesn’t say anything, but she shakes off her hands, gets up, and… well, where’s she even going? Maybe the world would dissolve if she left, maybe it wouldn’t.

[She lies back besides Eren instead, keeping a bit more distance than when they slept at the barracks. Her hands fold behind her head in a makeshift pillow, and idly her gaze hops from cloud to cloud. There’s no reaching from Aubrey. It’s just empty stuff.]

[There’s silence, for a time, as they float by.]

Think this could last forever? [It’s almost like a joke, but there’s no bite.]