[ The door closes, and the windmill is silent, so still that he can see dust particles floating through the weak sunbeams that filter in through the slatted windows.
And then he can't see anything at all. His face presses into Eren's chest, a hand at the back of his head. Strong, warm, safe. It's safe here. He's safe.
Maruki's fingers wind into the fabric of Eren's coat as he clings on, knuckles going pale and trembling with effort.
He doesn't have to explain, no, but it starts to spill out. ]
It's as if we never met.
[ That blank expression, confused and guarded in equal measure. That tension visible in the lines of his shoulders and jaw when Maruki was too familiar, too quickly.
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And then he can't see anything at all. His face presses into Eren's chest, a hand at the back of his head. Strong, warm, safe. It's safe here. He's safe.
Maruki's fingers wind into the fabric of Eren's coat as he clings on, knuckles going pale and trembling with effort.
He doesn't have to explain, no, but it starts to spill out. ]
It's as if we never met.
[ That blank expression, confused and guarded in equal measure. That tension visible in the lines of his shoulders and jaw when Maruki was too familiar, too quickly.
Maruki's voice is a harsh, tight whisper. ]
What the hell is wrong with this place? Why?