[He remembers feeling young. In his dream, he could have sworn that it was his mother he was clinging to; the safest thing he can imagine. But the pieces are falling into place now. How much of his dream was influenced by reality? He takes her hand; when she mentions she and Armin, his face goes pink, and he takes Armin's hand as well, averting his eyes. He can feel the blond man rubbing circles into his palm with his thumb.
["It was perfect." Eren, from Armin's perspective, with tears in his eyes. His cheeks are burning. That memory shouldn't have been shared. It should have only ever been Eren and Armin's. He can't meet either of their eyes.]
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["It was perfect." Eren, from Armin's perspective, with tears in his eyes. His cheeks are burning. That memory shouldn't have been shared. It should have only ever been Eren and Armin's. He can't meet either of their eyes.]
Some of them.