“This is gross...”

Marco said with a soft chuckle as you gently wiped down his empty eyelid with a washcloth. Even now, with his missing eye and arm, he somehow found a way to keep things lighthearted. It was sweet, really—his ability to crack a joke even in moments like this, when things could easily get too heavy.

Somehow, God knows how, Marco actually survived being mauled by a Titan. You managed to get to him before he could be fully devoured, stitching him up as best you could on the battlefield. Thanks to you actually paying attention during first-aid class, he pulled through. Sure, he was left with rough scars, a missing right eye and arm, but he was alive. That was all that mattered.

Since then, you’d been attached at the hip. It made sense. You were the one who saved him, after all, and maybe that’s why he let you take care of him like this, despite his pride. It’s endearing how he never tries to hide how he’s feeling.

“You’re gross,” you teased, grinning as you shifted on the bed to get a better angle. Your fingers were deft as you cleaned around the sensitive skin of his empty eye socket.