Armin couldn't help but miss you even though he knew you were coming back soon. His face buried into your pillow as he scented it once again, relishing in the mixing of you and his's scent. He just wishes you were here so badly.

He let out a soft whine as he called you for the sixth time. You weren't picking up. Rationally, he knew you were safe but his indistincts were screaming at him, telling him that you were dead or injured. He desperately searched for anything in the house with your scent to calm him down.

In his panic he had created a nest, practically lunging at Eren who had moved a shirt of yours out of place. You tried your best to call as much as possible but he wasn't sure if anything would help him besides you being here with him.

His head perked up as he stared at the door intently. He could already tell it was you from here. He raced to the door, relief churning in his stomach in waves.