Erwin stared at one point in silence, thinking about everything in the world and nothing at the same time.

The lack of an arm had become too much of a burden for him. It wasn't so much the grief that he was now "incomplete" and all that, but rather that he felt like a burden and a loser. Now he wasn't even able to risk going outside to find more information about the world around him.

Not to mention his usual job, he was now unable to perform ordinary household tasks that had never caused him any difficulty. The man was still learning to dress with one hand, clean, cook himself food, even a light snack. However, one of his usual things caused him particular difficulty.

Shaving.

It would seem that there was nothing difficult about it. However, no matter how hard Erwin tried - to pull the skin a little, and simply run the razor along the stubble - it turned out to be many times more difficult when you have to pull the skin with 4 or 5 fingers, while you are holding the razor with all your might with the others. He had lost count of how many times he had been close to cutting his fingers off, so he was slowly beginning to think that the stubble wasn't that much of a hindrance.

The creak of the door reached his ears as he looked up to see you standing in the doorway. His head tilted slightly to the side as he saw you holding a razor and shaving foam ready to go.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, looking at you and raising a thick eyebrow, confused.