[Freedom in captivity. Idly Aubrey wonders what Eren would think of that; surely nothing good. (She knows she broke his heart; she doesn’t quite realize how close he was to drawing this very conclusion.)]
[It takes her a moment to respond to the rest.]
—Oh, no, it. I never thought you were. [Impatient, maybe, but not at her. It’s weird to recognize that consciously. He has every right to be furious....]
I’m… sorry for snapping at you, earlier. Not to put you on a pedestal or anything [or so she’ll try], but… you’ve really been nothing but patient, even now. [Aubrey swallows. She hopes the appreciation is implicit enough.]
If there’s ever stuff you want to talk about… I’ll listen. Even if it’s awkward.
I appreciate that. [His expression reflects this.]
And the same to you.
I'm good with patience, and I try to be a good listener.
I consider you a friend, Aubrey. [With a little smile.] I hope you feel the same, even given the circumstances.
[He's not sure he's as much as said so out loud before. It's a term that he's used both loosely and stringently in his life; but for Aubrey, it fits. And they should be friends. After all, she's...married (?) to Eren now.]
Definitely. [No hesitation, this time. There’s a lot she doesn’t know about Armin, still, and back home she might’ve been a lot slower… but hell, they’ve been through too much here not to consider him one. And even if they hadn’t, she’d probably want him to be. He’s just…]
Hope this world stays kind to you, Armin. Well, kind as this place ever is. [Aubrey should probably leave before she gets emotional again. But…]
[Muttering, somewhat:] Other offer’s still open, if you want. From earlier. [A side glance.] No pressure.
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Aubrey, I hope this goes without saying, but I feel no ill will toward you for any reason.
Genuinely, I mean that. I know this conversation has been...awkward, to say the least, but...I'm not upset with you.
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[Freedom in captivity. Idly Aubrey wonders what Eren would think of that; surely nothing good. (She knows she broke his heart; she doesn’t quite realize how close he was to drawing this very conclusion.)]
[It takes her a moment to respond to the rest.]
—Oh, no, it. I never thought you were. [Impatient, maybe, but not at her. It’s weird to recognize that consciously. He has every right to be furious....]
I’m… sorry for snapping at you, earlier. Not to put you on a pedestal or anything [or so she’ll try], but… you’ve really been nothing but patient, even now. [Aubrey swallows. She hopes the appreciation is implicit enough.]
If there’s ever stuff you want to talk about… I’ll listen. Even if it’s awkward.
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And the same to you.
I'm good with patience, and I try to be a good listener.
I consider you a friend, Aubrey. [With a little smile.] I hope you feel the same, even given the circumstances.
[He's not sure he's as much as said so out loud before. It's a term that he's used both loosely and stringently in his life; but for Aubrey, it fits. And they should be friends. After all, she's...married (?) to Eren now.]
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Definitely. [No hesitation, this time. There’s a lot she doesn’t know about Armin, still, and back home she might’ve been a lot slower… but hell, they’ve been through too much here not to consider him one. And even if they hadn’t, she’d probably want him to be. He’s just…]
Hope this world stays kind to you, Armin. Well, kind as this place ever is. [Aubrey should probably leave before she gets emotional again. But…]
[Muttering, somewhat:] Other offer’s still open, if you want. From earlier. [A side glance.] No pressure.
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[He does expect Aubrey to leave after she says that, but she doesn't. The "other offer"...?]
To hit things? [At this, a teasing smile.] You want another round with the ODM gear? Is that it?
I think that could be arranged.
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[…]
Well, I mean. I wouldn’t complain.
[She shrugs. Her arms are, rather awkwardly, raised, as if weighing the option.]
Up to you.
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[He holds out his arm.]
Come on then - oh, grab your bat first. I'll show you how to swing while we're in the air.
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[…You know what? Fuck it. Practically the same thing, anyway, yeah?]
Alright. If you insist.
[With a quick ‘>:P’, Aubrey picks up her bat, and throws an arm around Armin for round 2.]