[No closer, no farther; such is Hythlodaeus, and it's grace. Eren's always suspected that Hythlodaeus longed more than he would admit, but he was grateful for that. Eren couldn't explain what makes him come to care for someone, but it's never been through having it shoved down his throat.
[Their hands are intertwined. Eren doesn't move his away. An anxious habit, he's always twisting and flexing that hand; with Hythlodaeus as an anchor, he merely squeezes, and without really noticing.
[It's a peaceful moment, for all the turmoil in his head. That's what Hythlodaeus brings. Just a few moments of peace at a time.]
Do I look like him now? The Eren you met first.
[Foggy green eyes shift sideways to Hythlodaeus.]
This isn't our first time together. That's right, isn't it?
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[Their hands are intertwined. Eren doesn't move his away. An anxious habit, he's always twisting and flexing that hand; with Hythlodaeus as an anchor, he merely squeezes, and without really noticing.
[It's a peaceful moment, for all the turmoil in his head. That's what Hythlodaeus brings. Just a few moments of peace at a time.]
Do I look like him now? The Eren you met first.
[Foggy green eyes shift sideways to Hythlodaeus.]
This isn't our first time together. That's right, isn't it?