[ There's something comforting in feeling his hand in hers, knowing that he's there even when she refuses to let herself (outwardly) panic. Her mind tries to jump to all kinds of conclusions, but there's solace knowing that he won't let go. He doesn't have to say it—she just knows, because that's the person he is.
He will come up with something. Even if... ]
Are those really my only choices?
[ Eren can't see the look on her face, but it's obvious in her tone that she doesn't like this at all. Won't eating something else just make things worse? But then again, what could be worse than being invisible like this? There's no good option here.
She shuffles her feet a bit, grip tightening around his hand. ]
...But if you think eating something will fix this...
[ SHE'S PLACING A LOT OF TRUST IN YOU, EREN. But also she really doesn't want to be covered in paint. ]
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He will come up with something. Even if... ]
Are those really my only choices?
[ Eren can't see the look on her face, but it's obvious in her tone that she doesn't like this at all. Won't eating something else just make things worse? But then again, what could be worse than being invisible like this? There's no good option here.
She shuffles her feet a bit, grip tightening around his hand. ]
...But if you think eating something will fix this...
[ SHE'S PLACING A LOT OF TRUST IN YOU, EREN. But also she really doesn't want to be covered in paint. ]