[Eren meets her grip, her eyes. “Yes. Yes.” He didn’t need to say that twice (didn’t want to say it at all), but…

[Aubrey doesn’t want to break the moment. She’d take him in both hands then and there, but she’s still hooked to Armin, and it’s him who speaks instead. And his words surprise her, again.

[Just for a moment, not wanting to leave Eren long, Aubrey turns back to Armin—though she really didn’t have to, emotion hushing his voice. As soon as she sees his tears they spring to her eyes, too. For once, Aubrey doesn’t resist them.]

Then we both do.... [She tugs Armin’s hand a little, invites him forward.] And while we’re here…

[Back to Eren. Her thumb strays, trying to rub beneath his cuff; that must really hurt....] Maybe we can.