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[The fog outside is thick, almost like one were looking at pea soup. Elliot can't even hide his look of fear as he looks out at it, before abruptly closing that curtain after Eren- as if he's scared of any of the possible monsters outside spotting them. He's seen too many bad things in that fog.

He steps away from the curtain, wringing his hands nervously. He had brought his staff and ARCUS here, just in case, but he had prayed it wouldn't actually be needed. ]

I-It must've come during that last episode. [Elliot knows he checked. Did it really roll in that fast?] Sorry, I shouldn't have insisted.

[The show had been good, but what more, it was really hard to want to pull away from Eren holding onto him like he was. He had wanted to make it last as long as possible, and now he had gone and screwed everything up. Great.]

[ eren had yet to see something in the fog from his own horrors— or wacked our memories that, frankly, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to see anything. elliot’s overall posture though, that nervous energy, it was all more than palpable. eren didn’t need to see his face to figure out the fret in his voice.

eren’s brows scrunch up at a detail, though, his arm reeling him back in once he gets the curtains closed, turning his body more to be seen. ]

Wat do you mean “sorry”? [ he opens his mouth again, about to say something along the lines of elliot, come on, because he wanted him to stay in the first place, wanted to have him there just a little while longer if he could, because it was the only time he was thinking less about the worst and more about what’s there with him. when his voice breaks to something that just came to mind, piecing that sorry together. ] —You don’t think I’d actually let you go out there now, do you?

[ he wants to be stern with that— he’s seen his own fair share of fog horrors, and while he hasn’t gotten past bumps and bruises— he’d never put elliot in danger like that again. especially not now. ]

W-Well- [He glances off to the side. The obvious answer is no. Eren had always been protective of him, even before monsters had entered their lives. ] No. Not alone, at least...

[Which was worrying all by itself. If Eren drove Elliot home, there was a good chance Elliot would be safe. He still believed Eren could keep him safe. But what about Eren on the return trip? Who would keep Eren safe?]

But what else are we supposed to do? It's not like I have a teleportation spell...

[...Yeah. He's kinda dense sometimes at seeing what the obvious solution to this would be]

[ we remember the lavatory at military summer camp (that is a story for another day though). it takes a lot less time for eren to come to the only possible conclusion— he wouldn’t take them by car, that wouldn’t stop something in the fog from chasing them, and if anything were to happen to him with eren the way he was, now, feeling . . . perhaps a bit powerless—

he didn’t want to think on it that way again. he just wanted to strengthen himself and keep them out of harm’s way. he could help it. ]

You’ll stay here.

[ that’s it that’s his answer. he says it in a rather obvious manner, but it hits him of what that entails and . . . he looks a little, ah ]

Stay-

[He looks up at Eren with a wide look in his eyes. Stay here? In Eren's place? Just the two of them? It doesn't take much for him to realize what that entails. ]

Y-You sure?

[ the biggest point of all in this was to make sure he was safe, and well. it had to be here. eren cracks an almost shy smile, but he nods pretty quickly, with purpose and a small gesture to the window. there was no way he’d make them go out now. ]

That shouldn’t even be a question. [ he had extra towels if he wanted to shower, and surely there were pajamas that he could borrow to feel comfy. ack, the more he thinks on it, the more he smiles, but— obviously! he’s very okay, if not amusingly flustered. elliot’s going to stay the night, just them. titan didn’t even count, he’s always so quiet at this hour. ] I’ve got some things you can use.

[ accepted?????? ]

[He watches Eren's reaction. The smile that grows on Eren's face as he thinks on the idea. It was clear that Eren did like the idea of him staying. That thought alone was enough to make him blush a little. ]

O-Okay then!

[He was actually staying the night. Wow. Not only would he not have to worry about fog monsters, he was staying the night as his boyfriend's place. He can't help but smile a little as the idea sunk in- even if it was a bit of a nerve wracking one]

Hehe. [He pushes a lock of hair out of his face.] I-I'd rather avoid anymore fog monsters if I can, so...thanks.

[ stop being attractive

eren’s little smile right there begins to flatten back out at the last part. sure, they’ve probably mentioned the fog escapades to one another, but— not by a whole lot. eren was actively walking around out there on duty to help people back home at night. him, who had just himself, a few firearms and his fists. he only hadn’t today because of elliot— after the ride to take him home, he would’ve stopped halfway to snoop around. ]

I wouldn’t put you in risk like that. [ a beat. ] How many did you even run into?

[No.

With the matter settled and Elliot's not going anywhere, he'll gently take Eren's hand and lead him back towards the couch. Standing by the window is too risky, he doesn't trust the fog not to form something through the window okay.]

Um...I think it's been about four or five times now? [A sigh] Thankfully never alone.

[ eren lets his fingers slide into elliot’s when his hand comes, as short of a walk as it was to get back to the couch. there was nice lighting at least, very comfy, the radio tuned low just to provide some background music (eren never really enjoyed pure silence). was that— classic? oldies? a mix of chow time tunes. hard metal wasn’t the only thing eren listened to.

once he sits, body getting sucked into the couch, he raises an arm, revealing an elliot shaped spot just waiting for him, snug by his side and tugging his hand to guide him. with an even closer look, he flicks his free hand through stray locks of hair, flipping it fondly.

he’s glad he’s alright, and he’s glad that he’s always with someone. he can even look after himself, with that magic. better than eren can, even. ]

And unhurt, by the look of things.

[ eren you forget how much of a wizard he is ]

[He appreciates the background music. Elliot always loved the sound of music, and it helped calm his nerves a little. He can focus on the music and Eren- and ignore any weird sounds that he might hear outside. Outside is bad, okay.

When they reach the couch, Elliot won't hesitate to take up that spot offered to him. He'll sit down next to him, resting against Eren's side and his arm. So happy.

Though Eren's statement brings him back down to reality a little. Sure, he could pretend he never got hurt, it'd probably be easier on Eren's nerves, but......]

Eheh..actually, I have one more ability I haven't mentioned yet. [He glances up at Eren] Promise not to freak out? It's easier to show then tell.

[ eren lifts his head up from the lull it had been behind the cushions; actually, don’t freak out and it’s easier to show when they were just talking about getting hurt isn’t something, well. soothing!

eren’s emotional output was a pretty wild thing— stay calm! yeah, what’s calm sometimes. don’t do that eren! well, here he goes, doing it anyway. sometimes there are certain promises he’d hate to break (which is why he’s not actually promising anything, he’s that honest!). without nodding his head or verbally agreeing, because he’s unsure of where this is going, he only stops, sits up with attention and watches . . . expectantly. ]

[EREN ITS ALWAYS WORRYING WHEN YOU DON'T ANSWER A PROMISE. Elliot just knows he's going to freak out. But....oh well. Better he finds out now than later, right? Right.

Gulp.

Elliot will lean forward to the table in front of them, picking up the knife they used to cut the apple strudel. He'll wipe it clean as best he can with a napkin. When that's done, he'll lean back so Eren can get a good look and-

Makes a small cut on the back on his hand- enough that there's blood. He winces a little as he does this. But before Eren can start squawking-]

- Don't freak!

[Because sure enough, as soon as he finishes making the cut? The cut starts repairing itself]

[ don’t freak more like

he was watching, tensing up when elliot’s got a knife in his hand— eren even seems to hold his breath the more he lets it slide, and while he certainly would love to trust elliot on this . . . seeing sudden self harm was more than enough for alarms to sound off and for him to react, and for a few seconds he wishes that he acted sooner.

eren snaps for the hand holding the knife, probably the strongest vice around the other’s wrist to this day, forcibly tight and deterring. he wants him to let go, and out of a heightened sense of concern, forces the hand to let go so he can toss it back onto the table. it’s clear like crystal in his eyes that the act itself freaked him out to intense levels, as silent as he still was. maybe out of startlement. his heart is lodged in his throat and he doesn’t know what to really say beyond wanting to be worried and upset all at the same time.

the cut begins to heal before he can say anything beyond cracked stuttering, watching with wide eyes. he takes elliot's hand, inspects it up and down, palm to surface. it’s . . . healed. his thumb brushes over where it should’ve been cut, and he stares, feeling like a plate of jello. eren releases the breath he had been holding, and does his best to calm himself before actually running his mouth, putting a hand to his temple. there’s only one thing he says, quietly, as he still processes: ]

Don’t do that again.

[ he cared too much to just say that everything was okay as long as he could heal. it might be apparant that he does a lot more than “like” and “care”. ]

[Elliot had been expecting Eren to freak out a little. He's always been protective of Elliot. However, he wasn't expecting him to panic to that degree. He makes a surprised noise when his wrist gets grabbed, and lets go without any sort of fight.

After the initial surprise passes? Elliot feels an overwhelming feeling of guilt at how badly Eren reacted. It had been stupid, so stupid of him. What was he thinking doing it? He should've said something, he should've stuck to words. It's not like he enjoys injuring himself. It hurt. But he just thought it was the best way-

But no. He screwed up. ]

I-I won't. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was stupid. I shouldn't have-

[He swallows. He looks up at Eren with pleading eyes.]

I'm okay. It's okay.

[ he’s okay! he’s fine! he wasn’t the one who could’ve chopped his own hand off by mistake or slashed an artery (eren why are you so fucking extra)! he’s just— never seen it before, and by now instinct was trained to stop things like that. elliot and said things are not a good mix!

maybe he would’ve reacted a tad more differently if it weren’t for the nightmares, if it weren’t for his memories. he’s goddamn outed himself that something’s wrong. as said, there’s no explosive yelling, at least. there’s no directed upset, he’s trying to channel that at the very least to avoid ruining a pretty good night. after exhaling, eren lifts his neck, stretches it back because holy has he gotten tense. any grip or hold he has on him, on elliot’s now uninjured hand is light as a feather, looking at it again— he even checks the other one, just to make sure he didn’t hurt him with that hold. it was . . . instinctual. but everything looks okay.

this means that elliot’s gotten quite a few injuries that would’ve healed themselves. he’s not sure how okay he is with that, but he meets elliot’s eyes again— damn it those eyes! he takes his hand with more grip, affection in it, clapping his other hand over it and holding it in his lap. it’s all okay.

(just you wait until you figure out you can get titanic you self harming doof) ]

Does it hurt after?

[Eren it's a kitchen knife, you can't chop off your hand by mistake with a kitchen knife. Stop watching gorey movies.

Even if Eren isn't doing the explosive yelling, Elliot still feels awful. He had not intended that level of freak out from Eren. He was probably stressed from all the nightmares and the fogs like Elliot was, and Elliot had to go make it worse. It's probably a good thing Eren wasn't there when he broke his nose - that's not gonna be a story he openly shares, he decides]

N-No. When it heals, it feels like it never happened.

[The broken nose, the cut, the burn he got when he first discovered the ability...the only pain left were the memory of them, and even those fade as memories of pain often do. ]

I can also give other people regeneration ability, but it only lasts a few minutes.

[ a very good thing. he’ll wipe that fog off the face of the earth. there won’t be a single fog cloud left . . .

he can feel even more tension from elliot now that his shoulders have fallen on their own, hands in his lap instead of resting on his head. feeling a pang of guilt on one hand, but not on the other, he swallows and leans forward, his elbows resting on his legs, with eyes straight on elliot. ]

Hey, [ to get his attention, but it’s nowhere near strained. as much as an eren can sound, he’s making an effort for it to be more considerate. there’s always something that he was good at expressing, though: sincerity. ]

That’s something amazing you have. I know you’re using it to do really great things.

[ and that he’d keep using it to do such! he could imagine, people he’s helping, people he’s helped, hell, even helping elliot himself. it was fantastic. ]

So . . . [ it’s better to explain it this way, in a much calmer state. he wasn’t angry. he just wants him to . . . maybe understand what’s going through his head a bit. his hand reaches for him again, fingers out to press into elliot’s chest. he just wants to show him how important he was, and do go around cutting yourself just to prove a point!!! ] If you’ve got the guts to do that, then you can do a lot more than you think. Preserve what’s already great, when you can.

[ and that was his preach session for this life. ]

[Eren that's not how science works. At all.

He'll glance up when Eren gets his attention, and listen to his little pep talk. It does help to hear, truthfully, as there's nothing like having someone you care so much for freak out to make you doubt things. ]

Th-Thanks... [Slowly, his hand will reach over and take that hand that's pressing on his chest, wrapping his fingers around Eren's]

I...still have a long ways to go though. More people are saving me than I'm saving them. [Eren, Minako, Terra, Akira...he would've been in a lot of trouble without them] Though, until then, at least I won't have to worry about medical bills...eheh.

[ they said that about titans

hand holding has always given him stomach fuzz. do not be fooled by wording, it feels good to have stomach fuzz. most tension has eased up a ton by now, enough that eren has some light in him to crack a small smile at the joke attempt. maybe he’s staring again instead of saying something, but by now it shouldn’t be an abnormality— it just goes to show, silently, how completely gungho he was about him. god. ]

That’s good, you know.

[ while it wasn’t frigid, a blanket was not a bad idea right now. even if they still had some to talk, it should try and be as relaxing as possible, right? eren tugs at the folded blanket hanging from the couch’s back, pulling it over elliot’s shoulder, making sure it’s around his other side before sharing some of it. ]

I once heard a coach say the scariest opponents are the ones who always want to get better.

[ too much confidence is as much as a black hole as no confidence at all. ]

[Eren's smiling does a lot to relieve the remaining tension that was in Elliot, letting his shoulders relax and his stomach stop churning. He's used to the staring by now, since Eren does it a lot. It wasn't like Elliot wasn't guilty of his own staring.

The blanket is such a sweet gesture, and he gives him a thankful smile. Maybe things weren't frigid, but Elliot was never much fan of the cold. He scoots closer to Eren once again so he's leaning on his shoulder, tugging his side of the blanket so it wraps in front of him. Give me all your warmth Jaeger.]

Hahahaha...really?

That's a nice sentiment...but I'm not sure I'll pull off the scary part. [He makes a wistful sigh] I can't even get a cool looking scar anymore.

[Baby soft skin forever. The true woes of having regeneration powers. ]

It’s not all looks that count.

[ you’re unlucky he has yet to have a slightly higher body temperature than normal people— maybe in time for winter, who knows! arm now around him just under the blanket, eren turns elliot’s hand over, to see its top again. clean. opening his own hand now, you can see very small, subtle scars between some of the knuckles.

the time he punched a phone booth. a dark time for teenager eren, but he’s very past that. it’s just a dumb reminder of when he was stupid(er). ]

You like them?

I know. It's what's on the inside that counts.

[He's seen the disney movies too you know!!

Elliot's seen those scars before. They were small, subtle, but still noticeable if you looked long enough. Yeah, he did like them. He always had a bit of a weakness for scars. But instead of saying that outloud, he'll smile at him while he lifts Eren's hand with his own up towards him. When his hand's close enough, he'll tilt his head down and give a very gentle kiss on top of the scars.

Does that answer your question?]

[ he chuckles, and in his bit of mumbling he says something along the lines of that’s not what i meant, but there’s something else that gets him to trail off and stop. forget the disney movies, that’s one of those answers where eren’s got his own words just. doop.

after a moment, he tugs his hand in enough take elliot’s attention to the leaning his doing, neck dipping his head low enough so they’re much more face to face. a lot less shakier than he was the first time (but there’s still some from his heart skipping), eren watches him for a bit, before he’s inclining, inhales softly and presses a kiss, lips to lips and keeping it there, to match the one he’d just gotten.

a lot less nervous and a ton more open to following gut feelings— there’s been improvements. ]

[Elliot will look up to see Eren watching him. He gives him a little smile, and there's a slight bit of blush on his cheeks - he was still getting used to actually flirting in such a way.

But then Eren leans in and presses a kiss on his lips. He can feel his heart skip a few beats, and a fluttery feeling returns to his stomach. But he'll return that kiss, slow and gentle. His free hand slides up Eren's arm to his shoulder, holding on so it's easier to remain close.

There's been improvements, Elliot can tell that much. Still, Elliot's content to try to let this kiss last as long as possible]

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