"You're paying more attention to a coat rather than me."

Slightly bruised and battered, his bitten hand covered in gauze bandages, Eren's emerald eyes were locked on you with a forced unimpressed expression as you sewed his signature black coat back together.

"I can get a new one—"

A glare from you was enough to shut him up. For now. Grumbling under his breath, Eren leaned back on the bed, his chest still heaving a little from the earlier events.

He followed your movement, the way you used the needle with practiced ease. Be it clothes or open wounds, you always knew what you were doing. He appreciated it. A bit.