I know. [She fixes her eyes on that blasted TV, instead.]
[Something something bandaid. Her stray hand scratches at (grabs at, more like) her mouth, and the other closes and opens around her husband’s hair in an absent-yet-anxious gesture. Eren should be the one with this information, and no one else, and yet.]
[Spit it out before you’re dared to fuck on the cou—] It’s a boring answer; I’m a virgin.
[Bury her now yadda yadda yadda.] It’s not like I buy that save-yourself abstinence crap… but why the hell would I trust some doofus just to say I did it?
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I know. [She fixes her eyes on that blasted TV, instead.]
[Something something bandaid. Her stray hand scratches at (grabs at, more like) her mouth, and the other closes and opens around her husband’s hair in an absent-yet-anxious gesture. Eren should be the one with this information, and no one else, and yet.]
[Spit it out before you’re dared to fuck on the cou—] It’s a boring answer; I’m a virgin.
[Bury her now yadda yadda yadda.] It’s not like I buy that save-yourself abstinence crap… but why the hell would I trust some doofus just to say I did it?