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We really can't catch a break, huh.

_{[It's then Armin decides to snatch up one of Eren's hands, tracing the lines in his palm absentmindedly with a finger.]}

If you say so...

[ Eren just lets him hold his hand as he likes, the other remaining behind his back. ]

We never have... never will.

[ He quirks a brow. ]

What'd be bad about it?

I'd like to think we will someday, Eren.

_{[It wasn't exactly bad but...]}

I don't know...I guess there's nothing really bad about it but I never really thought my body was impressive or noteworthy in any regard. Everyone in our division thought Christa was practically a goddess because of how kind and pretty she was. If people couldn't really tell me apart from her when I was dressed up, or at the very least thought I was a girl too...then they're focusing on what I look like, rather than what I'm capable of. Maybe I'm being dramatic about it, or overly sensitive...but being in that situation back home, especially in that warehouse, I felt objectified Eren. It's a disgusting feeling. People treat you differently when they think you're a girl...and it isn't always pleasant.

Maybe when we get away from other people, we'll all be fine.

I'm not exactly a person who's ever going to get mistaken for a girl, but still... it's not like anyone in the squad is worried about anyone's looks right now. The commanders turn to you because you're the most capable person among us in a pinch and that's all there is to it.

Anyway, I guess you got a mean lesson. Remember it the next time you talk to Mikasa or Sasha, right? Or even sit with Christa and have a chat if you can breach that true self of her's that's come out.

_{[Bless Eren's heart, really. Armin couldn't fault him for sort of missing the point, what with how Armin had phrased everything. Still he can't help his shoulders from sagging.]}

I didn't mean it that way...that girls are weak. I've never thought that once in my life.

_{[He'll just leave it be though. There's no point to bring it up. Eren doesn't need to worry more so than he already does.]}

Actually...Christa sat down with all of us and told us all about her. It was a pretty heavy conversation.

I know that, Armin, but still, lesson's a lesson, right?

Really? She finally piped up?

It...It wasn't like...you're misunder... _{[Eren don't put it that way. If the look on Armin's face is any indication of what's going on inside his head, he's very close to being upset.]} Nevermind.

Yes, she did.

[ Eren may have lacked tact and been behind in empathy but he can at least tell when Armin's upset. He has missed something here... he frowns, squeezing with the arm looped around his waist and kissing his lips as Armin had done to him before, supposing that he wouldn't perform such an act if he wouldn't appreciate the gesture himself. ] Sorry... I'm sorry, Armin... sorry.

I thought she was going to shut off like that for good.

_{[The small kiss placates him enough, drawing him back from the edge of potential tears. It's appreciated and he quickly relaxes once more, Eren's apology reaching his ears.]} ...It's okay.

She spilled her whole past to us. I'm afraid if I start talking about her though Ymir might wake up.

[ So it worked. He'll remember that in the future.... a new way to calm his friend down. Huh. ] Listen, I won't bring it up again, okay?

That's a risk I don't want at this hour. Smart point.

_{[An effective one at that.]} Okay.

_{[He goes back to playing with Eren's fingers quietly.]}

I'm sorry I got you to come to the party earlier.

I said it's fine. I should have just told you no. I thought you might get upset if I did, but I should have just done what I knew I should have.

I'd have been a little sad, but it'd have been better than the outcome.

It's over, now, so forget about it.

But I want to make it up to you...

Make it up to me? How? Why?

Why? Because it's my fault tonight ended like it did...and I think I've idea but I don't know if you'd be okay with it. It's supposed to relax you.

If it's something you thought up, I trust it... even if I still don't think you have to. I trust you, remember?

I trust you too, Eren...more than anyone.

Yeah, I know that, Armin. If you didn't, you wouldn't have stuck by me this long.

Mm...then let me do this for you, okay? _{[There's a soft kiss then, albeit short.]} I want to.

Uh... [ He just gives him a Look. ] Sure? Whatever you want...

_{[When Marco had done it to him the night before it had left him not only breathless and speechless, but utterly relaxed. That is what he wants for Eren more than anything, and as much as he could soothe with words he could also use his tongue and mouth in another way. Perhaps it'd be even more effective.

It takes a lot of courage to be able to go ahead and do something like this, but he'd asked Marco how in the first place so he could do this for Eren. In the end the desire to make Eren feel nice overrides embarrassment as he gives him another quick kiss before wriggling out of his hold.

Soon enough he's before Eren on his knees, hands sliding up his thighs till fingers settle at the hem of his pants, fiddling with the button keeping them closed.]}

Don't...freak out, okay?

[ Eren's half-expecting some kind of massage. His shoulders? Back? Should he move? He lets Armin loose and almost goes to move himself before he realizes... Armin is slinking down to sit on the floor, on his knees, right in front of him.

He gives Armin a perplexed look. His hands are at his pants and he... oh... this isn't what he expected. And especially not from Armin.

Maybe he's misunderstanding. ]

Why would I freak out?

B-Because I'm about to do something weird and embarrassing...I don't know.

_{[He'll just...leave it at that. Yeah. Fingers fumble with the button and manage to get Eren's pants loose before he takes a small breath and slides them past the elastic of Eren's boxers. It's not like it's the first time he's touched his friend's dick. He did it when he'd lost his virginity, after all. Still, this is a bit different and soon enough Armin finds himself face to face with it, fingers curled around him.

What if he wasn't any good? What if he sucked (and not in the good way either)? No, he'd manage. He could do this. It couldn't be that hard, right?]}

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