[She stops herself before that gets louder. There’s an old wound of Aubrey’s being dug at here—of friends giving up, drifting, closing in on themselves until there’s nothing left to salvage.
[Or so it felt. Years ago this might’ve made her give up on Eren, too.
[That’s not an option she’ll let herself entertain, anymore.]
[Aubrey kneels down in front of him, and tries to take his hand in both of hers. It’s uncharacteristically bold, but she can’t afford not to reach out—not with the alternative bleeding pitch through the floorboards. (Even if he rejects this, she’ll stay there.)]
Eren… [Her voice is calm, but there’s something almost artificial to it. Detached, even. Like if she let anything else through, it’d all be over.]
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You don’t have to, that’s what I’m saying—
[She stops herself before that gets louder. There’s an old wound of Aubrey’s being dug at here—of friends giving up, drifting, closing in on themselves until there’s nothing left to salvage.
[Or so it felt. Years ago this might’ve made her give up on Eren, too.
[That’s not an option she’ll let herself entertain, anymore.]
[Aubrey kneels down in front of him, and tries to take his hand in both of hers. It’s uncharacteristically bold, but she can’t afford not to reach out—not with the alternative bleeding pitch through the floorboards. (Even if he rejects this, she’ll stay there.)]
Eren… [Her voice is calm, but there’s something almost artificial to it. Detached, even. Like if she let anything else through, it’d all be over.]
[What’s there left to say.]