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[ he wasn't ready for these words today and probably never would have been. some hesitation marks eren's pause, so many questions and thoughts running in and out of his head that any longer and his bonded's hug would've been awkwardly unreciprocated— but that would've been stupid. far beyond stupid when he just kissed him. eren slinks and fills the hovering hole with his own hug, wings covering the witch's back and his head resting on top of orange hair (that looked lime, but eren would never say much to it since its been that way for so long).

these words are real and his hold goes tighter, warmer, but he can't help but to ask with question, especially when he said he wouldn't trade it for the world since that carries a shitton of weight for him now: ]

Why—?

[ it's a mood killer, but he had to know. eren would make those words real down to a horrifying point. he would trade the world for his friends and the time they still had, he just couldn't wrap himself around the idea as to why anyone would do the same for him. he hates himself, that much— but he doesn't hate elliot, and hugs him just that much tighter. ]

[Lucky for Eren, Elliot is pretty used to reactions like this. Years of Rean hating on himself at every turn made it hard to be shocked that someone doesn't see why people would care about them. And considering what Eren's told Elliot bits of what he's done....yeah, he can't be surprised Eren would host those same doubts. ]

Because I like you.

[It's a simple answer, and he knows it]

Sorry, I know that's a simple answer. But I'm sure if I listed off reasons, you'd just pick them apart.

[ it may be simple, but perhaps it's just the only one he needs. further reasoning were even more opinions than a simple likeness and he wouldn't believe them, or debunk them. a good call, and after a moment, eren huffs into his bonded's hair and squeezes him just a little tighter. ]

You don't . . . Need another reason. [ the same way he's said the same thing to people in doubt of his own presence which just— felt silly. hypocritical? yes. of all times, he remembers his brother telling him off about mikasa. a little muffled: ] Sorry.

[ a moment of weakness that he's burning red for. ]

Eheh... [He gives a little squeeze back in return. He's pretty used to being squeezed tight. Honestly Eren may be a dragon, but his dad is even worse about this so he'll tolerate it]

Nothing to be sorry about to me. [To other people? Sure! But to him? No] I know it's easy to doubt your own value...you've had to correct me on that many times.

[ hah. right. ]

Pot reminds kettle. [ that even with their differences . . . he'll appreciate the similarities. and not throwing it at each other. slinking out of the hug eventually leaves eren hovering there in front of him, and, well. he shrugs. ] Want to go on a walk?

Hehe, right. [Elliot knew what he meant. Even though Eren and Elliot were radically different in many ways...they had a lot more similarities than people would expect, at least in some things.

But he steps back from that hug, still reaching out to take one of Eren's hands into both of his]

I'd really like that.

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