When Eren released his hand to open the door - Zechs nearly, nearly reached to take a hold of him again. Frankly, his hunger for this contact with a stranger deeply disturbed him, even frightened him. What was he capable of in this state? Was he safe? He'd already harmed enough people when in a more (or less) rational state of mind -
- So he flinched back when Eren reached again. There's a faint tremor, though, in his frame. Like a cat readying itself to pounce.
"You're safer in there without me," Zechs warned in a low, dangerous tone. "If I follow you - I don't want something to happen that you'll regret."
Eren might laugh if he still did that. As it is, he just manages to look slightly amused through his wide-eyed hunger.
"There is nothing you can do that I'll regret," he says, reckless but meaning it. What could possibly happen? Pain? He's not a stranger to pain and he likes it anyway. He can heal from basically any injury. And he knows how to say no.
But he desperately wants to say yes.
He tugs at Zech's hand again, afraid to lose the contact, to be alone with this need.
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- So he flinched back when Eren reached again. There's a faint tremor, though, in his frame. Like a cat readying itself to pounce.
"You're safer in there without me," Zechs warned in a low, dangerous tone. "If I follow you - I don't want something to happen that you'll regret."
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"There is nothing you can do that I'll regret," he says, reckless but meaning it. What could possibly happen? Pain? He's not a stranger to pain and he likes it anyway. He can heal from basically any injury. And he knows how to say no.
But he desperately wants to say yes.
He tugs at Zech's hand again, afraid to lose the contact, to be alone with this need.