[ it almost (more than almost) feels like he’s trying to hide something that’s impossible to hide now. a lingering emptiness, mild in eren’s chest but not disregardable, is acknowledged, but with the display from mikleo’s end— he manages to smile at it, small and placid.

he messes with the seraph’s hair, a large hand on top of it and rolling over white locks messily, his other arm there to steady him. and maybe trap him for a few seconds. ]

You’re forgetting why I felt restless all day. [ said with a bit of a huff of what could’ve become a chuckle, and if resistance is felt, he’ll readily let go. after a few extra seconds. you can’t hide from him??? it’s like wearing a mustache to his burrow and saying this isn’t mikleo....... this is evil mikleo. ] But I just realized why now.

[ . . . ]

I hope you see him again. It can be better than the last.