[Eren sees Levi and feels young. His static expression never dissipates, but inside, his heart claws and reaches, desperate with relief and delerious with fear. He nods, following Levi into the cottage. It's late. He has no desire to disturb Erwin, who he only calls Commander out loud, these days.
[Eren takes a seat at the kitchen table, his usual spot - because he has a usual spot. There are little pockets of home wherever he turns in this place, though he'd never use that word; still, he feels that connection. He grieves Levi while he's standing right in front of him. He wants to cry.
[But he doesn't. He doesn't say a word. He's helpless, useless. He's relied on Levi so much - has tried to as little as possible, but that distance between them yawns open wide now, and Eren feels dread.
[His eyes hit Levi, wide and green, momentarily brought to life but nothing less than pure fear.
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[Eren takes a seat at the kitchen table, his usual spot - because he has a usual spot. There are little pockets of home wherever he turns in this place, though he'd never use that word; still, he feels that connection. He grieves Levi while he's standing right in front of him. He wants to cry.
[But he doesn't. He doesn't say a word. He's helpless, useless. He's relied on Levi so much - has tried to as little as possible, but that distance between them yawns open wide now, and Eren feels dread.
[His eyes hit Levi, wide and green, momentarily brought to life but nothing less than pure fear.
[Please. Help me.]