[At some point Aubrey started petting Eren’s hair, as if to apologize and/or reassure him in advance; that hand goes still, resting on him, while the other reaches for Armin’s chin. If he was anyone else she might just dive in, get it over with, but it’s Armin and that feels crass.]

[Aubrey shrugs, as if her face isn’t threatening to match her hair.] Dare’s a dare.

[She leans in to kiss him.]