[Armin can't help but think it's a bit silly to be thanked for coming over. It's not as if he didn't want to be. He'd much rather be by Eren's side than not, even if it's a little squished on the couch.]
Anytime, Eren.
[If Eren called he'd come running, no matter what.]
[ Eren's out like a light halfway through Armin's word, breathing slow and steady with the softest of snores sounding against Armin's hair. His leg slides over Armin's hip and rests there, dangling. ]
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Anytime, Eren.
[If Eren called he'd come running, no matter what.]
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