It's different for Eren, too. As soon as he'd recognised Reiner, he'd planned something much different. This is better? Though whether it lasts is anyone's guess. He doesn't know if he wants it to last, but he wants this again. No, not this. More.
This is dangerous, he knows, the gap in knowledge and his own inability to root himself in time and Reiner's inability to remember which him he is. But danger has never been a deterrent for people like them.
He takes his shirt back, lifts his gaze.
There are so many words between them left unsaid. Eren's not sure where he'd start. A flood of lies? A flood of truth? That one is worse. Something in between? Likely.
He takes a breath but Reiner turns away and saves them both from whatever it is Eren might say. His hands clench in the soiled fabric so he doesn't do something absolutely idiotic like reach out again.
He watches for a long time after Reiner leaves, past and present melded like it always is, before he snaps out of it enough to also leave.
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This is dangerous, he knows, the gap in knowledge and his own inability to root himself in time and Reiner's inability to remember which him he is. But danger has never been a deterrent for people like them.
He takes his shirt back, lifts his gaze.
There are so many words between them left unsaid. Eren's not sure where he'd start. A flood of lies? A flood of truth? That one is worse. Something in between? Likely.
He takes a breath but Reiner turns away and saves them both from whatever it is Eren might say. His hands clench in the soiled fabric so he doesn't do something absolutely idiotic like reach out again.
He watches for a long time after Reiner leaves, past and present melded like it always is, before he snaps out of it enough to also leave.