[Maybe it ought to be unexpected - maybe Eren ought to be shocked - but he isn't thinking that way. Levi leans in, hand strong on the back of Eren's head. Eren hears himself before he recognizes it - a sound the bursts out of him like a dying dog's bark.
[His fists unapologetically ball up Levi's shirt, and he drives his head into the man's shoulder, body lurching with another wretched sob.]
I don't know what to do. [The words are barely intelligible. Eren is a slave to grief.] I can't...take it anymore...I can't...
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[His fists unapologetically ball up Levi's shirt, and he drives his head into the man's shoulder, body lurching with another wretched sob.]
I don't know what to do. [The words are barely intelligible. Eren is a slave to grief.] I can't...take it anymore...I can't...