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Good tears hopefully, right?

I have some idea how much it means... I mean, if it's anything like how I felt about Jean, I know.

No, I'm crying because you're stabbing me in the heart with a sharp knife and twisting it. How could you, Marco? You're supposed to be a saint| Yes, good ones.

Can we pick a date before August? At the very least I'd... like to do it before Reiner's birthday. As much as I'd like to tell him then, I don't know if I could keep it in for two months. Well... Almost one.

Yeah, we can do it before Reiner's birthday! That gives us plenty of time to get practice in, especially if you want to do it more than once.

Maybe just once.

...Or twice, depending on how it goes.

However long it needs to be! Once or twice. Okay, hopefully not three times.

You'r the best, Marco.

Really, you are. I don't know if I could go to anyone else for this sort of thing.

Then it's a good thing I'm here, isn't it?

I don't know if I'm the best, but I'll accept pretty great regardless.

Definitely. I don't think I could ask Jean without it being weird even if both of you are the ones who started putting the idea to confess into my head. You're the only one.

And yeah... Reiner'll always be the best in my world. Reiner and Annie. You and the rest of the 104th though... You're all a close second and third.

Jean's not the best with words, either... and things like this, he's pretty terrible at.

[ he managed to be good for marco but that was okay, marco never expected a giant romantic gesture. ]

And hey, I can see that you need to tell him a mile away! I didn't put anything in your head.

... Yeah, I get that. Jean's my best, you know? Even when he's being ridiculous or insensitive. But everyone else is my close second.

... I've been trying to tell them what makes me happy about them. Since I never got the chance to at home.

marco

can i borrow clothes again?

Yeah, absolutely. What did you need?

[ he doesn't ask where eren is. he's heard the yelling. at first, he was irritated because jean was trying to sleep, but it's morphed into concern. eren and armin are part of his family, they're his too, in a way, and fighting isn't something they should do.

neither should he have to hear eren scream about armin not loving him or armin wanting to be punished. ]

Anything you can give me. I can't walk home this way.

Give me a moment. Are you in the living room?

[ eren's closer to jean's size than his, but he picks out his own clothes anyway. it's simple; a button up and a pair of sweats, hoping eren still has his shoes. ]

I can go there.

[ Luckily, he does have those, at least. ]

Sure, I'll meet you out there, okay?

[ he folds up the clothes carefully and walks out to the living room. he's not really sure what he's going to encounter, but he has a feeling he'll be talking to eren if the boy will let him. ]

[ Eren's sitting on the couch trying to cover himself with his arms. It's not shame so much as concern for how Armin would react if he let Marco see him like this right now. He won't look at Marco when he comes in, directing his gaze at the floor where it was safe. There's no guilt or risk with looking at the floor. ]

[ well, eren staring at the floor is definitely not the reaction he thought he was going to see. but then again, he's never heard eren and armin fight like that before.

he walks over carefully, offering the clothes after a moment. ]

Eren, hey.... here you go.

[ the concern is evident in his voice. ]

[ Eren only looks up at Marco long enough to see where he's holding the clothes, then nabs them with a soft word of thanks. His voice is hoarse from all the ruckus and his throat is dry.

It's a little awkward, putting on clothes while still trying to stay scrunched and as hidden as possible, but Eren somehow accomplishes it, though he's slow about it. He knows how Marco's probably looking at him, he's been subject to Marco's concern a number of times, but he can't even bring himself to reassure the other trainee. It'd be too much of a lie to say that he's fine. ]

[ this is what he considers distinctly uncharacteristic - eren quiet and scrunched up. there's a well of possessiveness over it - eren isn't supposed to be like this, and he has half a mind to go ask armin what the hell happened - but concern wins out over asserting some kind of claim he doesn't have much investment in.

(now, if it were jean sitting here - yeah, no).

instead, he looks away while eren dresses, waiting until eren stops moving before he finally moves to sit down next to the other trainee. ]

I heard the yelling.

[ his tone is soft. ]

[ His body stops dead still as the quiet mention hits him. A wash of sickness rocks through him as he shivers and looks at nothing in particular, eyes darkened and mouth a straight line. He tries not to show that he's been thinking about last night the whole time he's been sitting here, obsessing over it. ]

Yeah... so...?

[ It's a blasé tone, notably forced through the scratchiness of his voice. He holds the ends of the shirt to tether himself to something. ]

[ he takes a deep breath. he hadn't heard the entire argument; mostly the stuff about bertolt and reiner, the parts where eren yelled he didn't love him and the parts where armin sobbed.

so he's a little at a loss of what he should do, but he can't just let it lie. it's not in his nature to. ]

I know you're angry at him. I'm not saying the way Armin went about things was right... but you have to be patient with him. He's doing what he thinks is right to keep you safe. If you want to let him know it upsets you, you should, but...

[ he trails for for a moment. ]

He would do a lot to keep you safe. Sometimes he forgets that he just has to ask you because of how he feels.

[ His heart twists. When he said he'd heard the yelling, he was hoping it was just muffled noise bouncing off the walls. He'd forgotten about everyone else in the midst of their scuffle - except for the existence of all of the accused that had touched what was his - and didn't think about how their misfortune would be spread to the ears of the others.

He finally gives Marco a sharp look. It's dangerous and disobedient, but he needs to make it known that he doesn't take any of Marco's words lightly. ]

Don't act like you know anything about Armin. None of you do... you don't know how he is.

I refuse... I completely refuse to just accept that any of them touched him. I don't care what reason. Those two took everything away, I won't let them take away any more of what's mine from me. Not now, not ever. And I especially won't let Armin just negotiate himself away like that, either. He's not allowed to... just like I'm not allowed to.

marco

What is it, Bertolt?

its reiner.

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