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Elliot Craig

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[usurpers]

[ 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. ]

[fiddlestick]

[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. ]

[usurpers]

[ 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. ]