I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
[Eren’s still asleep. His brow furrows, expression pained. His arms curl more tightly around Aubrey, fingers lacing themselves through her hair. He presses his nose against the top of her head, a shiver rippling through him. His grip remains gentle, warm, tender, but continues to tighten all the same.]
2/3 - asleep