[If only this was about the titan. “Titan.” Either.]

[Aubrey’s still crying, but physical exhaustion is taking its toll. Like hell if this has been good for her silly little wound, never mind whatever’s going on in her head and heart—but Eren says it’s safe, it’s alright, and she’s desperate enough to want to pretend everything will be okay.]

[She doesn’t move her hands, but she hears his voice, and she can tell it’s different. Eren’s different. He— he almost just died, for christ’s sake, he fought that thing for her, he’s a child soldier, he hurt himself, he’s seen so much already…]

Y-you shouldn’t… [God. Shut up. Let him help.] You can’t… [But maybe holding on is the least she can do for him.]