[No matter how much he's changed since Shiganshina fell, how much stronger he's become, how much power he's gained, there is always something bigger to struggle against, and somehow he keeps falling short. Under the thumb of the CDC, he feels it just as keenly as he did behind the walls. With his powerlessness thrown in his face in a more direct way than usual, an irrational impulse flares up to pull away, to prove he can stand under his own steam.
(If only to himself. It's stupid. But the pressure of her against his shoulder shifts, and she is leaning against him, too. And even here, he refuses to let her fall.)
As if to mirror her, he turns to face her in kind, knocks his forehead against hers. Eyes cast low, his posture and his voice still tense and aggravated. (If not, for once, with her prodding him toward bed.)]
You're in my bunk.
[And for all it sounds like a dismissal, he doesn't give her space to stand. Doesn't move at all, save to breathe.]
[ Yeah, she is. And she should probably get up since she wouldn't put it past Eren to fall right asleep while in uniform. It just saves him the time and effort of putting it back on again later. He needs to get some rest and that's what she wants, and she'd only been sitting on his bunk so that she might see his face for once, exchange some words maybe, but now that's done and they should both get some rest.
Except he'll leave again. He'll keep moving, progressing, and it'll take time for her to catch up again so for now. ]
I'll get up. [ Just like him, she doesn't make any efforts to move. Instead she slumps against him a little more heavily, relaxed where he's tense. ]
[To hell with just falling asleep in uniform. He could probably fall asleep sitting up, right now. But he doesn't, hasn't, if only through stubbornness, force of will. He ducks his head as if to nod, but he doesn't really make it there. As if raising his head again is too much effort, he leans to press his face into the shoulder beside the hollow of her neck, the familiar fabric of her scarf. The hand twisted into his bedsheets seeks hers out to wrap around her wrist, firm against her pulse. Not so hard a grip that she'd have trouble escaping it, but tight enough to make the message clear.
He doesn't speak to insist. It's loud enough an answer, anyway. (Don't.)]
[ Mikasa doesn't hide from her emotions. She's blunt and honest, and absolutely unrelenting about her dedication to Eren (and hides quietly her pain at losing her family, now her friends, all the people that should've lived longer). Right now, there's the stress of this threat stalking their ship, the crushing failure of her Black Box attempts and the constant reminder of how helpless they are, but she's got Eren here with her and that makes her so happy.
It's not something she often enjoys, even with Eren by her side, she's normally simply content but now. After failing so many times to understand him, to remind him that she is on his side, to have him want to leave her; she's happy that he's content at her side. And when he fits more closely against her side, she turns to him in kind, warm, easy, eager. Her cheek resting against his head, knees pressed together, and their sides fit warmly against each other. It's not the most efficient way to rest, but it's all that she wants right now. ]
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(If only to himself. It's stupid. But the pressure of her against his shoulder shifts, and she is leaning against him, too. And even here, he refuses to let her fall.)
As if to mirror her, he turns to face her in kind, knocks his forehead against hers. Eyes cast low, his posture and his voice still tense and aggravated. (If not, for once, with her prodding him toward bed.)]
You're in my bunk.
[And for all it sounds like a dismissal, he doesn't give her space to stand. Doesn't move at all, save to breathe.]
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Except he'll leave again. He'll keep moving, progressing, and it'll take time for her to catch up again so for now. ]
I'll get up. [ Just like him, she doesn't make any efforts to move. Instead she slumps against him a little more heavily, relaxed where he's tense. ]
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He doesn't speak to insist. It's loud enough an answer, anyway. (Don't.)]
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It's not something she often enjoys, even with Eren by her side, she's normally simply content but now. After failing so many times to understand him, to remind him that she is on his side, to have him want to leave her; she's happy that he's content at her side. And when he fits more closely against her side, she turns to him in kind, warm, easy, eager. Her cheek resting against his head, knees pressed together, and their sides fit warmly against each other. It's not the most efficient way to rest, but it's all that she wants right now. ]