[He can't rest. Even before he left Visium, Eren withheld his intentions from Jean for a long time, and he'll continue to do so. The sensation hits him like a stone wall, making his throat tight. Back to lying to those he loves the most? He's doing it for them.
[Again.
[But it will be different this time.
[Right?
[Jean speaks again. Lucky, that.
[Eren pulls away and nods. Nothing shows on his face, really - that hasn't quite changed. His eyes no longer produce warmth - he fails to change it.
[But he takes Jean's hand, strokes his thumb over the knuckles. He brings it up to his cheek, closes his eyes, holds it there for a moment.
[Jean should hate him.
[He lowers it again.]
My head is a mess. [How could he ever explain?] My memories are all mixed up...
no subject
[Again.
[But it will be different this time.
[Right?
[Jean speaks again. Lucky, that.
[Eren pulls away and nods. Nothing shows on his face, really - that hasn't quite changed. His eyes no longer produce warmth - he fails to change it.
[But he takes Jean's hand, strokes his thumb over the knuckles. He brings it up to his cheek, closes his eyes, holds it there for a moment.
[Jean should hate him.
[He lowers it again.]
My head is a mess. [How could he ever explain?] My memories are all mixed up...
[Point being:]
Show me where to look.