[Aubrey is quickly losing the resolve she scraped up for that little speech. When the question hits, she rubs her face, groaning.] Ughhh…

See, I would’ve said no, right? Not in that way. No offense, it’s not you, just—

[Rip off the band-aid, girl.] I kinda screwed myself over with that answer, earlier. You’re… strong. And your blush is kinda cute I guess and the point is, it’s a dumb game and Eren is my husband no matter what.

[The world forced that little hastily-mumbled part out of her. Totally.] So.

Yeah.

[“And you, Armin?”]