(short one sowwy<33)

The two were sat in the mess hall, the atmosphere bustling as usual. Eren was sat, his tray mostly eaten and pushed away, his gaze focused on a report paper in front of him on the table, something about strategy, the boy looking at it like he couldn't compute a word of it, while Armin was simply sat beside him, a book in his hands and he'd too finished his food, though his gaze lingered on Eren rather than the pages, Armin sitting there in quiet admiration as if Eren had hung the moon.