[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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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. ]