[Eren feels a tightness in his throat, but he knows nothing will come of it. He swallows it down, slowly snaking his arms back around Jean. He loosely holds handfuls of fabric.
[This is his husband; his body, his scent, his temperature, his voice. Eren hasn't been in the best mindset, lately, when it comes to him, but in this moment, he feels that familiar sense of calm that he's so used to this body, this scent, this temperature, this voice bringing...]
I am selfish. [His voice croaks just slightly. He clears his throat.] I'm shit. I can't change.
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[This is his husband; his body, his scent, his temperature, his voice. Eren hasn't been in the best mindset, lately, when it comes to him, but in this moment, he feels that familiar sense of calm that he's so used to this body, this scent, this temperature, this voice bringing...]
I am selfish. [His voice croaks just slightly. He clears his throat.] I'm shit. I can't change.
I want you anyway.