[ It had never once occurred to Eren to chicken out — or to think better of this in any way. If Giovanni was game, so was he. ]
If I wanted to keep it a fantasy, I wouldn't have said I'd come at all.
[ Seems logical to Eren, but his sense of how to act in any given situation is usually skewed. He'd confessed his desire on an anonymous post, sure, not thinking anyone would actually offer. But once the offer was there, he was all in. ]
I think people are afraid of violence. Even before I could heal, I wasn't afraid of violence.
[ He was afraid of dying, or afraid of dying before he could do anything he set out to do. He's not afraid of death now, but he'd like to stave it off as long as he can. He's no longer counting down the years/months/weeks of his life, even if he's not always sure what to do with the time he's been granted.
Let some guy make him bleed, apparently!
He gives the place a cursory look; it doesn't really look lived-in. Eren's place looks more lived-in now that they have guests a lot, but his own room is still fairly nondescript. Developing his own tastes now that he can do that is…a work in progress.
He doesn't ask why Giovanni doesn't decorate. ]
Bedroom is fine.
[ He slides his coat off. It occurs to him only now that he didn't actually bring extra clothes. He doesn't need to be wandering home all bloody, but whatever. That's a problem for later Eren to solve.
He does feel a little awkward then. The problem with having no real expectations is not being able to guess what will happen. For Eren and his pseudo-omniscience at home, it's always strange to just not know anything that comes next.
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If I wanted to keep it a fantasy, I wouldn't have said I'd come at all.
[ Seems logical to Eren, but his sense of how to act in any given situation is usually skewed. He'd confessed his desire on an anonymous post, sure, not thinking anyone would actually offer. But once the offer was there, he was all in. ]
I think people are afraid of violence. Even before I could heal, I wasn't afraid of violence.
[ He was afraid of dying, or afraid of dying before he could do anything he set out to do. He's not afraid of death now, but he'd like to stave it off as long as he can. He's no longer counting down the years/months/weeks of his life, even if he's not always sure what to do with the time he's been granted.
Let some guy make him bleed, apparently!
He gives the place a cursory look; it doesn't really look lived-in. Eren's place looks more lived-in now that they have guests a lot, but his own room is still fairly nondescript. Developing his own tastes now that he can do that is…a work in progress.
He doesn't ask why Giovanni doesn't decorate. ]
Bedroom is fine.
[ He slides his coat off. It occurs to him only now that he didn't actually bring extra clothes. He doesn't need to be wandering home all bloody, but whatever. That's a problem for later Eren to solve.
He does feel a little awkward then. The problem with having no real expectations is not being able to guess what will happen. For Eren and his pseudo-omniscience at home, it's always strange to just not know anything that comes next.
For now, he'll follow Giovanni to the bedroom. ]