[ Plain as day, indeed. Ophilia recognizes it and knows how he feels all too well, even if she doesn’t know him. She doesn’t need to know who he is, where he’s from or what he’s done to know how it hurts. She’s experienced it firsthand, if only for a short while, so she’s familiar enough with the ache that she’d never wish it on anybody else. It’s why she feels compelled to offer him her hand, or sit at his side, or simply smile: she doesn’t want that for Eren.
It’s also why she’s glad he’s making an effort to try and meet her halfway. Eren goes to great lengths just to look at her and even further to talk to her, which tells Ophilia that he doesn’t want it for himself either. She beams, relieved by the fact. ]
No one said that you had to go it alone.
[ Ophilia holds his gaze for as long as he’ll let her. If she thinks anything of what she sees—of the uncertainty in his eyes, of the tension in his jaw—it doesn’t show on her face, nor does she make any mention of it. Eren allowing her this much is a gift, and she wants to treasure that. ]
There are people who care for you here, too, Eren. Of that, I am certain.
[ Her tone brooks no argument. Because she cares. She can’t speak to anybody else that might, but Ophilia cares. ]
[ He wants to ask her how she can be so sure. How, without him even knowing what his problem was, she had managed to assuage all his worries so easily. But the answer's right there in front of him. In the clutter on the floor, in her presence at his side. In the way she so earnestly means everything she's ever said to him.
She intended to be there for him. Even if no one else was. Even if all she could do was bring him her smile.
Eren sat there, thunderstruck. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this, but the point of it was that it didn't matter what he did or didn't deserve. All that mattered was that she wanted something different for him than a life alone. Gradually, he began to warm up to the idea. ]
I know you are. I'm just so surprised. Ophilia, people like you are rare.
[ People that are good to be good and needed no other reason. Virtuous people. Even having only known her for a short time, Eren had no reason to doubt that Ophilia might never find someone to match her in that regard. He knew it was impossible for him. Which was all the more reason to admire her.
His shoulders that had been drawn close slump to his side as he sits up straight, all tension gone from his body. Even sitting the way they were, Eren has to tilt his head down to look at her. He's never really paid attention to much of the details of anyone, much less Ophilia who was always so difficult for him to face. Eren turns his whole body to her so that he can't look away, no matter how much he wants to. He finds that it's a lot easier now. ]
[ It’s Ophilia’s turn to be surprised when Eren pays her a genuine, from-the-heart compliment. She’s heard it plenty from others before, and she’s learned to deflect them in a way that only further proves their point. From Eren, though, it almost doesn’t seem right. It’s the most honest she’s seen him since having met him.
Strange though it might be, Ophilia decides that it isn’t an unwelcome surprise. She likes that he’s become willing to open himself to new possibilities. She especially likes that he’s become willing to open himself to her, bit by bit, slowly but surely. ]
Perhaps not everyone. [ A part of Ophilia laments that she can’t say otherwise. ] But I’ve been helped by many a kind soul, and for that, I am grateful. I could never have made it as far as I have without them.
[ Which is more true than Eren might ever know. From the vault of her mind, myriad faces spring forth. She owes them each something. To some, she owes her thanks; to others, she owes her life and more. There are people without number she finds herself indebted to—her friends, her father and her sister especially—and she wouldn’t have lived to sit by him had they not chosen to help her in one way or another. They don’t account for everybody, though. Because Eren is right: for as many people as she is glad for having met, people like her are still rare.
But are they so rare that they warrant that look from him? Concern cuts a tense line through Ophilia’s brow. ]
Am I allowed to ask about where you’re from? The people—what are they like?
[ If who she was today - kind, gentle, and forgiving - was only a result of those around her, what did that say of Eren, who in almost every respect was her opposite? Eren was never particularly nice, always callous, and never let go of the past no matter how often others attempted to persuade him to.
All along the way, he had plenty of people with him, supporting him, and yet in the end he spurned them all to the last. How many had died for his sake? Even one was too many, and yet he stood now today only as a result of all the bodies that had piled up beneath him.
Ultimately, Eren comes to the conclusion that Ophilia was simply a better person than he was, from a better world than the one he had lived in. That went without saying. But even if he's never claimed to be a good person himself, it does still bother him. Perhaps if he had lived a life similar to hers, he might not have ended up this way. But he doubts that. ]
Of course you are. [ He answers her directly to clear his thoughts. ] You're free to ask whatever you'd like, Ophilia. No matter what.
[ Eren means it. Others might not get anything more than lies and deceit from him, but Ophilia deserved the truth. However much it might pain him to talk about it. This, at least, is one topic that he thinks he can talk about without much trouble. ]
Like everywhere, there's good people and bad. If you asked me, I'd say there's more scum in the world than not. [ His head tilts away, then turns back to her. ] But I've been fighting a war most of my life, so I know that might be somewhat biased.
[ The look of abject shock Eren receives speaks where Ophilia does not. She’s experienced war, and because of it, she knows it, within and without. She knows where it goes, tragedy inevitably follows; where it goes, villages are razed, loved ones are lost, and children are without parents. The fact defines her as much as the robes she wears and the path she walks do.
It begs the question, then: what does war mean to someone who has not only experienced it, but also participated in it? Ophilia can’t even begin to fathom the answer to that. The grief she’s known is likely nothing in comparison to the bodies he’s seen, the cries he’s heard. That he was willing to take up arms on the moon in spite of what he’s suffered sits ill in her stomach, to say nothing of the ease with which he pulled the trigger. ]
I’m terribly sorry to hear it.
[ Ophilia tucks her knees under her chin and shrinks into her cowl, where she hopes her racing thoughts won’t find her. Her eyes withdraw with her, flitting away and down to their feet. She finds nothing there that might give her comfort, so she opts to try and change the subject. ]
But you have family there, don’t you? And friends? Surely it wasn’t all bad.
[ When his answer is met with silence on her part, Eren grows curious. Like never before, he watches her earnestly, wanting to know if he had said something wrong. Perhaps she was preparing to rebuke him, and he couldn't blame her if she did. But she does nothing of the sort. She only extends her sympathies. ]
...It is what it is.
[ Eren similarly at a loss. He desperately wishes that she might not withdraw further, but the longer he watches her, the further away it feels she gets. He raises a hand briefly, as if to extend it, but pulls it back without doing anything. ]
I have no living family. A brother, perhaps, but I only got the chance to speak with him for the first time a few months ago. [ Uncomfortable as he is, he wrings his hands like doing so will calm him. But they're missing something, he feels, and has no idea what that is. ] And what friends of mine still live I'm sure want nothing to do with me. I wish them only the best, regardless.
[ Ophilia regrets ever having asked. The feeling sinks into the pit of her stomach like a rock, and no matter how she sits or where her mind wanders, she can’t seem to rid herself of it. ]
… I’m sorry, Eren.
[ For a while, that’s all Ophilia can bring herself to say. She’s dredged up far more than he should ever forgive her for, and she fears that anything more might ruin what trust she’s worked so hard to nurture between them. But apologizing does, in some small way, help. It slowly works the knots raveled tight in her gut undone. ]
I cannot pretend to know the burden you’ve borne. What I do know, though, is that I’ve seen a selflessness in you that I rarely do in other fighting men. I haven’t forgotten about what you did for me—nor have I forgotten about the terrible mess you made afterwards.
[ The thought makes it hard to resist a smile. It remains hidden behind the cover of her knees, but it’s there in the crinkles of her eyes. Goodness, but if he didn’t look a fool then.
Without segue, Ophilia scoops up the box of half-eaten treats left abandoned beside them. If they must commiserate, she’ll insist that they at least do it on a full stomach. ]
I also know that these pastries are starting to go to waste, and we can’t have that!
[ It didn't matter to Eren what she was sorry for. He's certain it never would. He would forgive her regardless. If she was afraid that she's tread on his toes with her questions, she didn't have to be. But he thinks it's something a little different than that.
Where he had long ago distanced himself from all emotional responses to his past, she needed only the barest hint of what that might be to feel sorrow on his behalf. It was a sympathy he didn't deserve, and one that he's not sure how to reciprocate. As he lowers his eyes to her hands, she moves them out of his reach immediately.
Looking back at her now, she looks ridiculous. But the smile that extended past cover and up to her eyes goes even further and reaches him. He has to bring a hand up to cover his mouth, but before she gets any funny ideas about how he might be again perturbed by the thought of sharing food with her, he snatches one of the pastries up, bites off a sizable piece, and holds the rest out to her. ]
Definitely not. [ His words are slurred by the fact that he's got half a strudel stuck in his mouth. ] Your turn.
[ Ophilia feels her face flush with heat when he offers her a taste of her own medicine. Her eyes dart to and fro between him and the pastry he’s holding, unsure of how to go about taking it. Eating it straight from his hand seems wrong—and incredibly embarrassing besides!—so she takes it from him first then samples it for herself.
Nothing about Eren’s expression tells her what to expect. Ophilia, however, makes no attempt to hide how she feels, her glee writ plain on her face. If that isn’t proof enough, her unvarnished squeal of delight almost certainly is. ]
Mm! It’s impolite to talk while eating, though. [ She thinks she’s being subtle by hiding her mouthful behind her strudel-less hand. ] Oh, but I love this one, too! What do you think?
[ The only reasons Eren ever has to doubt her are the ones she herself creates. Like just then, how she had made such a fuss about taking what he offered her when he didn't even give it a second thought. It's only then that he realizes he's done unto her what she had to him, and in some way that soothes him. They're even now. For some reason, he feels even further emboldened. ]
Might be. I'm not known for being very polite. [ Eren finally swallows and eyes her poor attempt at hiding her mouth like he can see right through it. ] It's not bad. If you like sweets this much, I can't help but wonder what else you enjoy. I was going to have dinner soon.
[ Ophilia says so playfully, not that she’d ever be able to manage any sort of malicious bite. She allows herself a small, stifled giggle before she finishes off the last of her morsel.
Eren’s next offer requires a lot more thought on her behalf. Ophilia’s imposed on him more than enough for one evening—several evenings, in fact—so she thinks it best to pull her legs out from underneath her chin and start cleaning up. She doesn’t want to overstay her welcome. ]
I’m not often spoiled for choice, so I can’t say I have a preference either way. If you’d like to have dinner, though, you mustn’t let me keep you. [ She sets the lid back onto the box, then moves to hop back up onto her feet. ]
[ Eren watches her rise to her feet with some amusement, thinking that such charming behavior must come naturally to her. He isn't nearly as graceful or as energetic, and stands with a little bit of difficulty. The ground, in truth, wasn't quite as comfortable as Ophilia made it feel. As he's stretching and getting ready to go, he quirks an eyebrow, looking down at her. ]
What are you talking about? You're coming with. [ He takes the box up and off the ground, tossing it at the bare kitchen counter where it slides to a stop. ] Much as I liked it, that was hardly a meal. There's plenty of places to eat around here. I'm taking you to one of them, at least.
[ Leaving no room for her to rebuke him, Eren takes her by the hand and leads her to the front door, only to tug at it and stare at it with confusion. Then he draws his head back in mild surprise. ]
[ Ophilia’s first instinct is to protest, to tell Eren he’s gone to far too much trouble as it is, but she loses all coherent thought the moment he whisks her off to the door. Over the sound of her roaring heartbeat, she can’t hear much of anything, much less register that he’s speaking to her. ]
I-I beg your pardon?
[ Voice caught high in her throat, Ophilia stares at Eren incredulously as he jimmies the lock. None of this seems to bother him. Not his hand in hers, not his invitation to dinner with just the two of them—none of it. He takes both in stride, as if they come as easy as breathing to him. She almost has to wonder if there’s something wrong with her.
Swallowing hard, she wills her mouth open to speak. It’s all Ophilia can do to keep from stammering like an idiot. ]
Was I, erm… not supposed to? [ But perhaps more importantly: ] Do you not know how to unlock it?
[ After a pause, in which he stares at her like he can't believe what she's saying, Eren flicks the lock undone and pulls open the door with an awkward air about him. ]
I just don't bother locking it in the first place. I don't even know where the keys are.
[ He props the door open with a foot as he pulls her out into the hallway with him. Her own uncomfortable behavior hasn't slipped him by, and it's at that point that he decides to press it. ]
[ What isn’t bothering her? Ophilia draws swiftly away, but Eren’s hand keeps her from straying too far. ]
N-nothing…? [ She enjoys lying as much as she is good at it—that is, not at all. Her skin is all aflame with embarrassment, and it gives her away entirely. ] But the keys! We mustn’t leave without locking the door and taking the keys!
I'm telling you, there aren't any. [ He sounds completely blase about that fact. ] I must've lost them somewhere.
[ Ophilia never ceases to amaze Eren. Though she tries so hard to conceal her blushing, Eren only needs a glance to spot it. He turns back to her with a look on his face that is his best attempt at not repeating her mistake. ]
If you want me to let go, that's on you. I've gotten used to doing this before I pay for anything.
[ In her current state, Ophilia decides it’d be best to table the lock-and-key argument for another time. Any discussion is bound to be unproductive, because Eren won’t budge and she’s probably seconds from spontaneously combusting on the spot herself. ]
I… see.
[ The weight of his gaze too much to bear, she drops her eyes and hangs her head. ]
Have you considered that perhaps it might, erm… give others cause for misunderstandings…? [ See: Ophilia. She is very much misunderstanding what it means to be dragged by the hand onto a dinner date with Eren. ]
[ He pauses and considers what they must look like. And he gets it, he really does. Ophilia has every right to be concerned about the many possible misconceptions one might make when anyone else were to see them walking hand-in-hand.
While there's a dozen different answers that could easily settle this in an instant, such as that the culture here is so vastly different that no one would bat an eye at them, or that there are so many people out there it hardly matters what they think, what Eren ends up saying hardly solves anything at all: ]
You're wearing gloves, so we obviously can't be close.
[ Ophilia’s chin comes up, her eyes flying comically wide. He cannot be serious. ]
But…!
[ Oh, but he is. Eren fully intends to stand by what he says regardless of how sound his logic may or may not be. Knowing full well she doesn’t stand a chance here either, she surrenders herself to yet another loss. ]
Y-yes. But of course. The gloves. [ She doesn’t sound convinced. ] Will we be gone long?
[ Eren catches on to her quite quickly. He gets them walking again before he responds, just to try and stifle any of her many possible concerns. ]
If you're worried about what might happen to my apartment while we're gone, don't be.
[ But even if he says "don't be worried" he knows that hardly makes a difference for her. So, as Eren drags Ophilia in front of an elevator, he stops and turns to face her, putting his free hand on his waist. ]
I'll have to get the lock replaced since I lost the key. When that happens, you're getting one too.
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It’s also why she’s glad he’s making an effort to try and meet her halfway. Eren goes to great lengths just to look at her and even further to talk to her, which tells Ophilia that he doesn’t want it for himself either. She beams, relieved by the fact. ]
No one said that you had to go it alone.
[ Ophilia holds his gaze for as long as he’ll let her. If she thinks anything of what she sees—of the uncertainty in his eyes, of the tension in his jaw—it doesn’t show on her face, nor does she make any mention of it. Eren allowing her this much is a gift, and she wants to treasure that. ]
There are people who care for you here, too, Eren. Of that, I am certain.
[ Her tone brooks no argument. Because she cares. She can’t speak to anybody else that might, but Ophilia cares. ]
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She intended to be there for him. Even if no one else was. Even if all she could do was bring him her smile.
Eren sat there, thunderstruck. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this, but the point of it was that it didn't matter what he did or didn't deserve. All that mattered was that she wanted something different for him than a life alone. Gradually, he began to warm up to the idea. ]
I know you are. I'm just so surprised. Ophilia, people like you are rare.
[ People that are good to be good and needed no other reason. Virtuous people. Even having only known her for a short time, Eren had no reason to doubt that Ophilia might never find someone to match her in that regard. He knew it was impossible for him. Which was all the more reason to admire her.
His shoulders that had been drawn close slump to his side as he sits up straight, all tension gone from his body. Even sitting the way they were, Eren has to tilt his head down to look at her. He's never really paid attention to much of the details of anyone, much less Ophilia who was always so difficult for him to face. Eren turns his whole body to her so that he can't look away, no matter how much he wants to. He finds that it's a lot easier now. ]
Is everyone like this, where you're from?
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Strange though it might be, Ophilia decides that it isn’t an unwelcome surprise. She likes that he’s become willing to open himself to new possibilities. She especially likes that he’s become willing to open himself to her, bit by bit, slowly but surely. ]
Perhaps not everyone. [ A part of Ophilia laments that she can’t say otherwise. ] But I’ve been helped by many a kind soul, and for that, I am grateful. I could never have made it as far as I have without them.
[ Which is more true than Eren might ever know. From the vault of her mind, myriad faces spring forth. She owes them each something. To some, she owes her thanks; to others, she owes her life and more. There are people without number she finds herself indebted to—her friends, her father and her sister especially—and she wouldn’t have lived to sit by him had they not chosen to help her in one way or another. They don’t account for everybody, though. Because Eren is right: for as many people as she is glad for having met, people like her are still rare.
But are they so rare that they warrant that look from him? Concern cuts a tense line through Ophilia’s brow. ]
Am I allowed to ask about where you’re from? The people—what are they like?
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All along the way, he had plenty of people with him, supporting him, and yet in the end he spurned them all to the last. How many had died for his sake? Even one was too many, and yet he stood now today only as a result of all the bodies that had piled up beneath him.
Ultimately, Eren comes to the conclusion that Ophilia was simply a better person than he was, from a better world than the one he had lived in. That went without saying. But even if he's never claimed to be a good person himself, it does still bother him. Perhaps if he had lived a life similar to hers, he might not have ended up this way. But he doubts that. ]
Of course you are. [ He answers her directly to clear his thoughts. ] You're free to ask whatever you'd like, Ophilia. No matter what.
[ Eren means it. Others might not get anything more than lies and deceit from him, but Ophilia deserved the truth. However much it might pain him to talk about it. This, at least, is one topic that he thinks he can talk about without much trouble. ]
Like everywhere, there's good people and bad. If you asked me, I'd say there's more scum in the world than not. [ His head tilts away, then turns back to her. ] But I've been fighting a war most of my life, so I know that might be somewhat biased.
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It begs the question, then: what does war mean to someone who has not only experienced it, but also participated in it? Ophilia can’t even begin to fathom the answer to that. The grief she’s known is likely nothing in comparison to the bodies he’s seen, the cries he’s heard. That he was willing to take up arms on the moon in spite of what he’s suffered sits ill in her stomach, to say nothing of the ease with which he pulled the trigger. ]
I’m terribly sorry to hear it.
[ Ophilia tucks her knees under her chin and shrinks into her cowl, where she hopes her racing thoughts won’t find her. Her eyes withdraw with her, flitting away and down to their feet. She finds nothing there that might give her comfort, so she opts to try and change the subject. ]
But you have family there, don’t you? And friends? Surely it wasn’t all bad.
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...It is what it is.
[ Eren similarly at a loss. He desperately wishes that she might not withdraw further, but the longer he watches her, the further away it feels she gets. He raises a hand briefly, as if to extend it, but pulls it back without doing anything. ]
I have no living family. A brother, perhaps, but I only got the chance to speak with him for the first time a few months ago. [ Uncomfortable as he is, he wrings his hands like doing so will calm him. But they're missing something, he feels, and has no idea what that is. ] And what friends of mine still live I'm sure want nothing to do with me. I wish them only the best, regardless.
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… I’m sorry, Eren.
[ For a while, that’s all Ophilia can bring herself to say. She’s dredged up far more than he should ever forgive her for, and she fears that anything more might ruin what trust she’s worked so hard to nurture between them. But apologizing does, in some small way, help. It slowly works the knots raveled tight in her gut undone. ]
I cannot pretend to know the burden you’ve borne. What I do know, though, is that I’ve seen a selflessness in you that I rarely do in other fighting men. I haven’t forgotten about what you did for me—nor have I forgotten about the terrible mess you made afterwards.
[ The thought makes it hard to resist a smile. It remains hidden behind the cover of her knees, but it’s there in the crinkles of her eyes. Goodness, but if he didn’t look a fool then.
Without segue, Ophilia scoops up the box of half-eaten treats left abandoned beside them. If they must commiserate, she’ll insist that they at least do it on a full stomach. ]
I also know that these pastries are starting to go to waste, and we can’t have that!
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Where he had long ago distanced himself from all emotional responses to his past, she needed only the barest hint of what that might be to feel sorrow on his behalf. It was a sympathy he didn't deserve, and one that he's not sure how to reciprocate. As he lowers his eyes to her hands, she moves them out of his reach immediately.
Looking back at her now, she looks ridiculous. But the smile that extended past cover and up to her eyes goes even further and reaches him. He has to bring a hand up to cover his mouth, but before she gets any funny ideas about how he might be again perturbed by the thought of sharing food with her, he snatches one of the pastries up, bites off a sizable piece, and holds the rest out to her. ]
Definitely not. [ His words are slurred by the fact that he's got half a strudel stuck in his mouth. ] Your turn.
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Nothing about Eren’s expression tells her what to expect. Ophilia, however, makes no attempt to hide how she feels, her glee writ plain on her face. If that isn’t proof enough, her unvarnished squeal of delight almost certainly is. ]
Mm! It’s impolite to talk while eating, though. [ She thinks she’s being subtle by hiding her mouthful behind her strudel-less hand. ] Oh, but I love this one, too! What do you think?
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Might be. I'm not known for being very polite. [ Eren finally swallows and eyes her poor attempt at hiding her mouth like he can see right through it. ] It's not bad. If you like sweets this much, I can't help but wonder what else you enjoy. I was going to have dinner soon.
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[ Ophilia says so playfully, not that she’d ever be able to manage any sort of malicious bite. She allows herself a small, stifled giggle before she finishes off the last of her morsel.
Eren’s next offer requires a lot more thought on her behalf. Ophilia’s imposed on him more than enough for one evening—several evenings, in fact—so she thinks it best to pull her legs out from underneath her chin and start cleaning up. She doesn’t want to overstay her welcome. ]
I’m not often spoiled for choice, so I can’t say I have a preference either way. If you’d like to have dinner, though, you mustn’t let me keep you. [ She sets the lid back onto the box, then moves to hop back up onto her feet. ]
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What are you talking about? You're coming with. [ He takes the box up and off the ground, tossing it at the bare kitchen counter where it slides to a stop. ] Much as I liked it, that was hardly a meal. There's plenty of places to eat around here. I'm taking you to one of them, at least.
[ Leaving no room for her to rebuke him, Eren takes her by the hand and leads her to the front door, only to tug at it and stare at it with confusion. Then he draws his head back in mild surprise. ]
Why'd you lock it?
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I-I beg your pardon?
[ Voice caught high in her throat, Ophilia stares at Eren incredulously as he jimmies the lock. None of this seems to bother him. Not his hand in hers, not his invitation to dinner with just the two of them—none of it. He takes both in stride, as if they come as easy as breathing to him. She almost has to wonder if there’s something wrong with her.
Swallowing hard, she wills her mouth open to speak. It’s all Ophilia can do to keep from stammering like an idiot. ]
Was I, erm… not supposed to? [ But perhaps more importantly: ] Do you not know how to unlock it?
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I just don't bother locking it in the first place. I don't even know where the keys are.
[ He props the door open with a foot as he pulls her out into the hallway with him. Her own uncomfortable behavior hasn't slipped him by, and it's at that point that he decides to press it. ]
What's bothering you?
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N-nothing…? [ She enjoys lying as much as she is good at it—that is, not at all. Her skin is all aflame with embarrassment, and it gives her away entirely. ] But the keys! We mustn’t leave without locking the door and taking the keys!
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[ Ophilia never ceases to amaze Eren. Though she tries so hard to conceal her blushing, Eren only needs a glance to spot it. He turns back to her with a look on his face that is his best attempt at not repeating her mistake. ]
If you want me to let go, that's on you. I've gotten used to doing this before I pay for anything.
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I… see.
[ The weight of his gaze too much to bear, she drops her eyes and hangs her head. ]
Have you considered that perhaps it might, erm… give others cause for misunderstandings…? [ See: Ophilia. She is very much misunderstanding what it means to be dragged by the hand onto a dinner date with Eren. ]
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[ He pauses and considers what they must look like. And he gets it, he really does. Ophilia has every right to be concerned about the many possible misconceptions one might make when anyone else were to see them walking hand-in-hand.
While there's a dozen different answers that could easily settle this in an instant, such as that the culture here is so vastly different that no one would bat an eye at them, or that there are so many people out there it hardly matters what they think, what Eren ends up saying hardly solves anything at all: ]
You're wearing gloves, so we obviously can't be close.
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But…!
[ Oh, but he is. Eren fully intends to stand by what he says regardless of how sound his logic may or may not be. Knowing full well she doesn’t stand a chance here either, she surrenders herself to yet another loss. ]
Y-yes. But of course. The gloves. [ She doesn’t sound convinced. ] Will we be gone long?
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If you're worried about what might happen to my apartment while we're gone, don't be.
[ But even if he says "don't be worried" he knows that hardly makes a difference for her. So, as Eren drags Ophilia in front of an elevator, he stops and turns to face her, putting his free hand on his waist. ]
I'll have to get the lock replaced since I lost the key. When that happens, you're getting one too.