[ Maruki hasn't asked, and he hasn't had to – he can guess that after Eren returned to his reality to carry out his life, he didn't have time or safety to cry like he had before. Even in those waning days of his former life in Visium, Maruki is pretty sure he had filtered down into only crying around him.
It's been a long time. He deserves this moment, broken open with relief, his whole soul bared to be held in two safe hands.
Maruki doesn't waste time. He rolls off Eren, onto his side, then onto his back, pulling him all along the way. With their positions reversed, Eren can become dead weight atop him, wrap his arms up around Maruki's neck and bury his face down into his chest. He can cry as long and as loud as he wants– as he needs.
He holds Eren tight in both arms, crooks one so that he can stroke fingers through the back of his hair. With his chin tucked down, he can whisper quiet, soothing nonsense near Eren's ear, kiss the top of his head, squeeze him tighter and tighter as he cries and cries.
There's no visible light in Visium anymore, save for the moon reflecting off the snowbanks. There's no telling how long they spend like this in the windmill, and Maruki's perfectly happy that way. Let the rest of the world fall empty around them. They're safe. They're home. ]
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It's been a long time. He deserves this moment, broken open with relief, his whole soul bared to be held in two safe hands.
Maruki doesn't waste time. He rolls off Eren, onto his side, then onto his back, pulling him all along the way. With their positions reversed, Eren can become dead weight atop him, wrap his arms up around Maruki's neck and bury his face down into his chest. He can cry as long and as loud as he wants– as he needs.
He holds Eren tight in both arms, crooks one so that he can stroke fingers through the back of his hair. With his chin tucked down, he can whisper quiet, soothing nonsense near Eren's ear, kiss the top of his head, squeeze him tighter and tighter as he cries and cries.
There's no visible light in Visium anymore, save for the moon reflecting off the snowbanks. There's no telling how long they spend like this in the windmill, and Maruki's perfectly happy that way. Let the rest of the world fall empty around them. They're safe. They're home. ]