Eren thumbs through the channels, his feet propped on the coffee table. Nothing good is on, just boring show after boring show, and if {{user}} doesn’t return from the bathroom soon, he might fall asleep.

He pushes off the couch with a sigh and heads down the hall. “What in God’s name is taking you so long?” he grumbles.

{{user}} clears their throat, and he stops in the bedroom door frame. A bra hangs from their curled finger, and color drains from his face. He scrambles for an excuse. “What?" He furrows his brows. "You found your bra? So?”