[ For Eren, it's reward enough that Historia is alive and well. She's better off here, he thinks, than she would be back home, but he's not let her know that just yet. The things he's kept from her are enough to ruin what peace they've managed to find in each other's company in this strange, strange place.
It's in focusing on other matters that he continues to push his anxieties further into the back of his mind; matters such as where their next meal was coming from, or where they would find fresh, clean clothes to wear. Eren's own had yet to stop reeking of metal, and he had taken to going shirtless in order to keep from catching tetanus with how often he happens to cut himself exploring the mall.
When Historia offers him the mop, he holds it first with the tips of his fingers before letting it roll into his palms. Eren gets a feel for it immediately, holding it as he would a spear. He looks like a warrior of old, except that his weapon was far from intimidating at all. But he has a solution to that which doubles as an answer to her question. ]
I do. [ Kneeling beside her, Eren drops his backpack onto the floor and unzips it roughly - he still hasn't quite gotten used to zippers yet - only to pull out a large, red tank that wobbles in his grip. ] They're just animals. We can deal with them like animals.
[ The cap comes off and swivels in the air, attached by a plastic band. As the canister is lifted, out from the opening drips a black sludge that Eren seems to enjoy the scent of; he takes a big whiff of it as he douses his mop in oil. ]
You have any matches? [ Putting it all away, Eren looks over his shoulder at Historia, unsurprised to see that his eyes were level with hers. She was so short. ] I think I used up the last of mine.
love! you!
It's in focusing on other matters that he continues to push his anxieties further into the back of his mind; matters such as where their next meal was coming from, or where they would find fresh, clean clothes to wear. Eren's own had yet to stop reeking of metal, and he had taken to going shirtless in order to keep from catching tetanus with how often he happens to cut himself exploring the mall.
When Historia offers him the mop, he holds it first with the tips of his fingers before letting it roll into his palms. Eren gets a feel for it immediately, holding it as he would a spear. He looks like a warrior of old, except that his weapon was far from intimidating at all. But he has a solution to that which doubles as an answer to her question. ]
I do. [ Kneeling beside her, Eren drops his backpack onto the floor and unzips it roughly - he still hasn't quite gotten used to zippers yet - only to pull out a large, red tank that wobbles in his grip. ] They're just animals. We can deal with them like animals.
[ The cap comes off and swivels in the air, attached by a plastic band. As the canister is lifted, out from the opening drips a black sludge that Eren seems to enjoy the scent of; he takes a big whiff of it as he douses his mop in oil. ]
You have any matches? [ Putting it all away, Eren looks over his shoulder at Historia, unsurprised to see that his eyes were level with hers. She was so short. ] I think I used up the last of mine.