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[Elliot had been watching Titan, feeling immense relief as he sees the dog's condition continue to improve as the regeneration power worked on him. No good boys would be lost today, it'll be alright.

Because his focus had been there, he's caught by surprise when Eren pulls him into a tight embrace. Enough that he makes a bit of a squawk noise. ]

H-Hey it's ok--

[Except he stops when he notices for the first time, the gashes on Eren's arm]

Eren! You're hurt...?!

[ at least he isn’t bawling— choking back sounds and huffing inwardly to keep things from spilling out. just a little shaken, from running, from the rush, from the fog, the memories, the thought of loss, and that train of thought only seemed to extend to elliot, that one nightmare. he felt a little weak. he felt like he definitely couldn’t go up against something the way he was now. an unprepared wuss, which blindingly takes away his merit of helping the people he actually did. was all that training worth anything? stupidly, he had thought he was ready.

eren slips off of elliot after something of a reluctant sort of grip before his arms fall, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes and drying those suckers right up. with his forearms exposed, it’s clearer now, rios in his sleeves and blotches staining light-camo print. it’s dripping, and he has to double take and lift both arms up as soon as he sees, pressing them to his stomach and curving so it doesn’t, you know. bleed everywhere. ]

It’s— Nothing, I didn’t notice— [ but it sure is burning more now that he sees it. psychology. ]

It doesn't look like nothing. You're really bleeding. Here-

[He'll step back and slam down that staff against the ground. Yet again, the tuning fork sound rings out, and a glowing golden light appears underneath Eren. As soon as it fades, Eren might feel the wounds start to repair itself.

Elliot is watching, with complete concern on his face. ]

Did you really not notice?

[ eren folds his sleeves back the best he can, and before he could even say anything coherent, elliot’s already working his spell. it’s warm, like— did having a song being sung to you on the inside count as a worthy description? it’s the first time he sees how deep the lacerations are, and how many there actually were. it’s also the last time he sees them, leaving only the blotches of blood while the skin healed.

his mouth stays agape, it was— more than amazing. he’s seen elliot do it on himself, but having it done to you . . . stitches would be the least of his worries if he didn’t have elliot. he opens his mouth, closes it firmly again when he wants to say more, but there’s no escaping the concerned weights looking at him, though, he can feel it even before his vision swerves up. wetting his lips, he takes a deep breath in, lightly shaky at best. ]

I just ran.

[ at least he’s telling the truth; he really didn’t notice them, and when they started to sting, he considered them superficial and nothing more. he takes a heavy seat next to titan, and holds his arm out as a gesture for elliot to sit with him. ]

[Eren...

Elliot worries his lip a little. It was pretty like Eren to get so caught up on adrenaline and concern for someone he cared about that he doesn't notice his own well-being. Eren was very protective of those close to him - Elliot often experienced that firsthand. While it was incredibly sweet, it was worrying. He wanted Eren to be okay too.]

N-Next time I'm checking you too before I start healing...

[That way he can make sure you're okay too. He can do group heals, it's fine. But he'll oblige with taking that hand and sitting down next to the duo.]

Is it healing okay?

[ reluctantly, but with more of a soft sort of half grunt, he shakes his head as eyes go briefly back to his dog. more than a dog, they were trained together. he was an extension, and both were soldiers. no words come for more than one reason, though— he can’t get some images out of his head so soon. they were like . . . addicting flashbacks. thinking back made his chest tighten and his stomach turn, it even kept his heart rate up when it shouldn’t be. it was violent, and raw, and he felt it in his blood. maybe it was always in him, and maybe he just didn’t have the right (or wrong) circumstances to uproot it. eren was intense to start. feed him, and he was a beast in brittle chains.

the actions of the past didn’t bother him. it was the present that did, and that’s . . . what was probably the most concerning. with titan checked first, mildly slumbering, eren then raises his arms, skin patching and smoothing out. it’s like it never happened. his shoulders slump, and he lets his hand fall to grip elliot’s forearm. urgently, wanting to reassure him, but also give him his heart. it’s right there in his voice that he means everything. ]

He’s alive now because of you. [ “thanks” felt . . . so little, though. ] I had way more time than he did, Elliot.

["He's alive now because of you". It's not the first time someone's expressed such a sentiment to him this month, but it still seems so...huge. Something too big to be said to someone like him. He still has no idea how to respond to it, not really. So he elects not to...for now. He takes a deep breath, feeling the reassurance from Eren's hold.]

I-I'm not arguing that. But I can heal more than one person at a time, you know...

[ maybe it was eren’s bull head that halts him from getting it completely. maybe, sort of. he tries to get it, but still— he wasn’t a priority, in his head. he could wait. silence cuts in and the airman persists no more in it, dipping his head back against the wall and hitting it a few dull times. he finds himself staring at elliot, then a few smears on the floor— he should get that and clean that up, and he will, but.

all that happened and he still thought of healing two at once. his hold on his hand doesn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon. it doesn’t want to let go. ]

You really make those powers amazing.

[ without elliot’s mind to it . . . it wouldn’t be the same at all. it’s not the powers that made him amazing, it was the other way around. ]

[Well to be fair, it was less time and energy consuming to heal multiple people at once. There was only so many times he can cast that regeneration spell before he needs to rest...but he won't mention that right now.

Instead, Eren's words make his ears turn a slight shade of pink. By now, several people have complimented his powers. Or told him he was something along the lines of amazing after witnessing his powers. Which were all very nice words, and he did appreciate them! But Eren...Eren's words were touching in a whole other way. It reminded him how Eren cared for him before he ever had magic. He could lose his powers tomorrow, and Eren would still be there.

Not that he had any desire to give up his powers, not in the least. He was really glad he could help, like he just did. But still...it was a nice sentiment]

Haha, bleeding on my floor and you still manage to be charming somehow.

[ eren might not be in the greatest of energies to smile wide, but if there was one person who could stir the dark cloud over his shoulders and get some rays of light to crack through— it was elliot, as he did just now. eren’s eyes fix on him and after a moment, his lips curl fondly, a heh being breathed and feeling his own ears warm at the sight of him and his flush. it always matches his ginger hair, somehow. he loves it. his thumb strokes over where he holds, and he feels . . . lighter. even for that, he’s thankful. ]

I’ll clean it up.

[ he’ll just need a cloth and some cleaner. even if he’s a little reluctant to let go of his hand. ]

Haha, it's okay. You just keep an eye on Titan.

[He does a lot of cooking, he's pretty used to cleaning up blood. He just...has to imagine it as that.]

Though you guys should stay here tonight.

[ nonono eren mutters, shaking his head. you’ve done more than enough, you’re not cleaning their blood, too! he’s reluctant to let go of his hand, but stubborn enough to keep to his word and shift up to get a piece of cloth, squeezing elliot’s hand before slipping away. he’s going to have to . . . disarm a bit though, removing his cap, jacket, some straps, the gun and extra magazines at his side. sliding the used magazine out, there are . . . two left, out of fifteen rounds. at least it helped with something. putting safety on, he places his things by titan’s head, who perks his ears to watch him. good boy.

going out again was stupidity in that fog, too, so it’s not like eren objects. quietly, he only nods his head in understanding and gratitude, and while he had briefly considered the couch just now . . . he doesn’t want to find himself alone, tonight. titan would rest and behave at his feet, he wasn’t worried about that, but considering the roommate situation! ]

Can I stay with you?

[ and probably just. spoon him all night. ]

[Welp okay, if Eren insists on cleaning it himself...Elliot's not gonna stop him. It's not like he likes cleaning up blood. Still, it was nice to insist! He was a polite boy! But he'll watch Eren disarm, reaching over to give Titan a comforting pet of his fur. Thank you for practicing proper gun safety in his home Eren. He appreciates it. ]

Aha, of course you can. [He was going to offer the guest bedroom, but like he was going to object having his boyfriend stay with him.] Though I should warn you, my bed's smaller than yours so it might be a tight fit.

[Aka it's a good thing you're thinking of spooning. He bought the bed back when he was single and had assumed he wouldn't have to worry about someone staying over - so the cheap twin-sized mattress it was. ]

[ that. brings immense relief even if his heart sort of knew the answer already. it’s something— deep that’s relieved to hear it officially, he can’t explain it, enough that his shoulders give a visible untense while his back is turned to get everything and start cleaning up for real, kneeling over to the spotty places and wiping them clean. ]

I’ll make it fit. [ another smile is offered over his shoulder as he finishes getting the rest of the smears. nice and clean, now. he’ll have to wash his clothes, probably, but he can do that in the bathroom. clothes wouldn’t be a problem, he’ll sleep with his boxers and undershirt. elliot would approve.

once he’s officially done, though, he quietly, slowly bounds up to him with a slight swing in his legs, reaching over to pull elliot into a hug, and breathing softly into the head of hair he’s buried his face into: ] Thanks.

[ for everything, ever, in the history of forever. ]

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