— “ but how about his loneliness ? well, he gets it from his mom .. oh pretty boy. “

.

eren — likely as a result from hanging around levi too much — when he saw it.

inside of the hat from armin’s late grandpa, lie a singular family photo of armin’s.

black and white — likely torn out of the newspaper. worn as could be.

eren knew it must’ve been from shiganshina. before the wall ever broke.

smiled bitterly at the memory.

couldn’t help but notice the similarities between armin and the boys mother.

same long blonde hair he kept long just for her, same tired gaze that still managed to smile.

like two sides of the same coin.

glanced up when the door opened.

— “oh.”

armin felt a faint rush of heat creep up his neck at the sight. he didn’t mind. he’d give everything he owned to eren if he could. even his last memories.

just caught him by surprise, was all.

— “oh,” eren echoed, before allowing a rare, rare yet warmly gentle smile grace his lips.

the one armin loved.

— “pretty boy,” the brunette greeted softly.