[They'll be okay. He won't let things end here. (She won't either.)
He does not topple when she eases out from under him, but he has to readjust his weight to lean back against the hull of the rover instead. Eren's always been good at ignoring his limits, trying to work past them. The stakes are too high for anything else, both here and back home. It still wasn't enough, this time.
He had been sleeping, before the hail of corpses had started. It's unlikely that he'll manage it again very easily, not now. It's about the last thing he wants to do, for all he's still worn thin from the previous few days. It already feels wrong, that there's little he can do but sit in useless frustration, in choked outrage on behalf of the people outside they'd failed to save. That he won't be able to put a name to for hours. Until then—
He shakes his head, despite the dark marks under his eyes like bruises, the slow tilt to his reactions. He lifts his head to seek her out, watching with a furrowed brow and his mouth set in a grim line as she rids herself of her bloodied jacket and follows it with the familiar motions of unbuckling her harness.]
no that tag is cute.......
He does not topple when she eases out from under him, but he has to readjust his weight to lean back against the hull of the rover instead. Eren's always been good at ignoring his limits, trying to work past them. The stakes are too high for anything else, both here and back home. It still wasn't enough, this time.
He had been sleeping, before the hail of corpses had started. It's unlikely that he'll manage it again very easily, not now. It's about the last thing he wants to do, for all he's still worn thin from the previous few days. It already feels wrong, that there's little he can do but sit in useless frustration, in choked outrage on behalf of the people outside they'd failed to save. That he won't be able to put a name to for hours. Until then—
He shakes his head, despite the dark marks under his eyes like bruises, the slow tilt to his reactions. He lifts his head to seek her out, watching with a furrowed brow and his mouth set in a grim line as she rids herself of her bloodied jacket and follows it with the familiar motions of unbuckling her harness.]
Are you?
[Could you? Sleep easy after this?]