The Ereri Project!

Old (Senior! Eren)

A/N: Hehehe... Eren had a beard!

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Old Man Eren Jaeger stared at his lap as his son and daughter, Grisha and Carla, drove him away from his home of nearly fifty years. He was too old to live alone, they said.

He could barely get down the stairs on his own, they said. He knew he could do it, they just wouldn't give him the chance. Sure his knees were bad, but whose were good when they got to be his age?

The more Eren thought about it, the more he thought they might just be scared to lose him like they lost their mother earlier in the year; lung cancer, the poor woman smoked like a chimney.

It was at least a fifth of the reason Eren divorced her... hell, thirty years ago? He really was old.

He didn't feel that old, although his hair was completely grey now and he did retire last year; he was a mathematics professor at a university. He stared out the window as they drove.

"Now Dad," Carla says. "Grish and I already checked this place out. There are nurses on staff twenty-four-seven, we heard the food is actually pretty good, there's an indoor swimming pool and a giant game room, and you'll have your own room all to yourself with a view of the ocean like you like."

Carla's eyes are hopeful, like she's still seeking her daddy's approval after all these years. She's forty-one with kids of her own and she took her mother's side in the divorce but it's almost like she needs her dad to tell her she's making the right decisions.

Grisha on the other hand, had looked vaguely annoyed all day. Eren suspects he might have asked his son to come help and he didn't want to.

Eren thinks that if he were twenty again he'd much rather be having fun than helping his grandfather move.

"Sounds fine," he tells her.

She smiles and Grisha speaks next, "We know you don't really want to move, Dad, but Carla and I think this will be good for you. Since you retired last year you haven't been out much and we think it'll be good for you to be more social."

"Why? Talking to a room full of young adults about trigonometry is pretty similar to talking to an empty room anyway." He laughs and he's glad to see his kids smiling in the mirrors.

When the building comes into view he's glad to see it's less institutional than he thought, there's actually a garden out front with a porch with dozens of rocking chairs lining it.

"This place looks pretty small," Eren says.

"That's because there aren't a lot of people here," Carla says. "This place likes to have a little bit more individualized care so they cap at twenty seniors per building and have each building in a different part of the town."

Eren nods slowly. "So I'll be forced to make friends with the other people here?"

"Don't say that like it's a bad thing," Grisha chuckles. "Who knows? You might find a new person to shove your affections at."

Eren has enjoyed dating a lot since his divorce, more comfortable with people in general after deal with one in particular for so long.

And the upside of that was, he gave himself more options for potential partners.

He's dated men and women, deciding there were pros and cons to both; he doesn't really prefer one over the other it just depends on his mood.

When Carla and Grisha were younger, he had tried to hide most of his lovers from them but they older they got the less he gave a shit.