[ Things that would go straight over his head anyway: pop culture references. Wouldn't want her to waste her jokes or anything.
Plus, as much as he'd rather the situation lighten up enough for her to poke fun at him, Eren has decent instincts. Or at least a sense of realism. Whatever it may be, there is a cold, hard knot where his heart should be and a chill running down his back that he can't get away from.
Right on cue, he nods and hefts upwards, and it's hard to tell if his last thought is 'it'll be okay' or simply 'don't.'
The top of the coffin clatters up, pillowing itself onto some of the dirt with a sudden shift that leaves Eren righting his balance. But what's there is enough to leave him staggering, color draining from his face at the small corpse, rigid hands folded together neatly. His cloak is almost a vivid green compared to his skin, and Armin has always been pale but it's all very, very wrong and it feels like that knot has expanded, grown into his lungs and pushed all the air out— ]
A-Armin...?
[ What follows is little more than a horrified, strangled noise on his part as he immediately steps into the coffin, reaching for the body's lapels and shaking, knuckles white because he's pulling at dead weight— ] Armin!
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Plus, as much as he'd rather the situation lighten up enough for her to poke fun at him, Eren has decent instincts. Or at least a sense of realism. Whatever it may be, there is a cold, hard knot where his heart should be and a chill running down his back that he can't get away from.
Right on cue, he nods and hefts upwards, and it's hard to tell if his last thought is 'it'll be okay' or simply 'don't.'
The top of the coffin clatters up, pillowing itself onto some of the dirt with a sudden shift that leaves Eren righting his balance. But what's there is enough to leave him staggering, color draining from his face at the small corpse, rigid hands folded together neatly. His cloak is almost a vivid green compared to his skin, and Armin has always been pale but it's all very, very wrong and it feels like that knot has expanded, grown into his lungs and pushed all the air out— ]
A-Armin...?
[ What follows is little more than a horrified, strangled noise on his part as he immediately steps into the coffin, reaching for the body's lapels and shaking, knuckles white because he's pulling at dead weight— ] Armin!