[They pass a bedroom that isn't Maruki's. A flicker of eyes through the cracked-open door reveals no one. Eren's fingers brush the wood as they pass.
[And, then, they're at Maruki's door, Eren staring at what looks like a particularly luxurious prison cell. His head tilts just a fraction of an inch to the side. It seems almost like you'd have to get a running start to get yourself right in the center. Eren sits on the edge, not quite sure how to manage. Eventually, he ends up lying on his back, feet still flat on the floor, his hands folded over his chest.
[The bed is more comfortable than he's ever felt, he thinks. That feels strange.
[He speaks to an unfamiliar ceiling.]
You too? [The vulnerability of the question creeps up after he's already asked.
[It's been a damn long time since he slept beside someone.]
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[And, then, they're at Maruki's door, Eren staring at what looks like a particularly luxurious prison cell. His head tilts just a fraction of an inch to the side. It seems almost like you'd have to get a running start to get yourself right in the center. Eren sits on the edge, not quite sure how to manage. Eventually, he ends up lying on his back, feet still flat on the floor, his hands folded over his chest.
[The bed is more comfortable than he's ever felt, he thinks. That feels strange.
[He speaks to an unfamiliar ceiling.]
You too? [The vulnerability of the question creeps up after he's already asked.
[It's been a damn long time since he slept beside someone.]