[It does sound judgmental to her—in the same way “privileged” is a judgment, in retrospect saying so much more about the speaker than the listener. Aubrey cannot imagine Eren at 12 years old.]
Hah. Yeah, they’re pretty common where I’m from, I guess. [Quietly sidestepping whether they were common for her. She gets a little too lost in the memory to realize the inadvertent admission of safety, though.]
[Aubrey’s too sore to pull her knees all the way up to her chest, but that’s alright; she doesn’t want to completely lose focus on Eren again anyway. The moment feels dangerously close to right before that happened, and she settles for a midway position—relaxed, but not all the way.]
My friends and I used to make little hideaways like this. We’d, ah… [Why is she admitting all this? Why does it feel like an admission?] We’d fall asleep in them, together. It was nice.
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[It does sound judgmental to her—in the same way “privileged” is a judgment, in retrospect saying so much more about the speaker than the listener. Aubrey cannot imagine Eren at 12 years old.]
Hah. Yeah, they’re pretty common where I’m from, I guess. [Quietly sidestepping whether they were common for her. She gets a little too lost in the memory to realize the inadvertent admission of safety, though.]
[Aubrey’s too sore to pull her knees all the way up to her chest, but that’s alright; she doesn’t want to completely lose focus on Eren again anyway. The moment feels dangerously close to right before that happened, and she settles for a midway position—relaxed, but not all the way.]
My friends and I used to make little hideaways like this. We’d, ah… [Why is she admitting all this? Why does it feel like an admission?] We’d fall asleep in them, together. It was nice.