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["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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