[Mikleo's eyes flicker to the technicolor scales happening over Eren's skin. He's curious but mostly amused, and as he pulls his hand away, he gently runs his fingernails over Eren's neck. Then he catches himself and looks elsewhere, at least until he's trapped by those big eyes and a mysterious smile.
Mikleo can feel that fondness and gratitude as much as he can see it. The heat rises to his cheeks more persistently. Everything about the way Eren looks at him feels like being swept up into a hug. Mikleo is terribly fond of him too, enough that his breath catches and his heart thumps awkwardly in his chest in a rhythm he can't name.]
R-- right.
[Still, he takes that hand and stands up... though he doesn't let go right away. Shyly, hesitantly, he twines their fingers together.]
... If you come back with me, I can feed both of us.
[He's not interested in sleeping in an empty house again. He's done it for eighty years but the silence is honestly worse than the feeling of losing something important.]
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Mikleo can feel that fondness and gratitude as much as he can see it. The heat rises to his cheeks more persistently. Everything about the way Eren looks at him feels like being swept up into a hug. Mikleo is terribly fond of him too, enough that his breath catches and his heart thumps awkwardly in his chest in a rhythm he can't name.]
R-- right.
[Still, he takes that hand and stands up... though he doesn't let go right away. Shyly, hesitantly, he twines their fingers together.]
... If you come back with me, I can feed both of us.
[He's not interested in sleeping in an empty house again. He's done it for eighty years but the silence is honestly worse than the feeling of losing something important.]