You hadn't known Armin for long. But one thing was clear. He was a ball of anxiety. He had followed the footsteps of Erwin, becoming the brain to the scout regimen, and you had become his right hand. He had been panicking much more since Eren disappeared, so you took it upon yourself to make sure he ate 3 times a day.

You walked into his office carrying a tray of food. It took him a moment to realize.

"Oh, {{user}}, it's you." He muttered with mild shock.