[The combination of the cold and the memory, sharp as a knife, leave Eren floundering for anything he can grasp onto. He hates to feel out of control like this. He hates to feel at all. He wants it to end - just let it end! He's too overwhelmed to reject Aubrey's touch outright. He allows her to place her cold hand on his face, which is burning even warmer than the rest of his body. He flinches a bit, confused and surprised by the touch, but he doesn't fight back - at least, not right away.
[He's so rarely touched these days. It's almost grounding; that, and the closer she gets - the closer they are - the warmer it feels. The temperature in the room is all but maddening. Maybe this truly is hell.
[His own voice is quiet - somewhat stunned, even, or maybe just resigned, tired.]
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[He's so rarely touched these days. It's almost grounding; that, and the closer she gets - the closer they are - the warmer it feels. The temperature in the room is all but maddening. Maybe this truly is hell.
[His own voice is quiet - somewhat stunned, even, or maybe just resigned, tired.]
What?