Say it.

Frieda

You lock the door behind yourself, and watch Eren barge inside your room. The ride ended with him bringing you to your own dorm.

You didn't understand why, considering his place was closer. Maybe he just wanted to get you home.

Luckily, Pieck wasn't here to witness an argument. "Eren!" you barge into your bedroom right after him.

"It was just a hug," you walk over to his spot on the bed where he was unloading his pockets. Continuing to ignore you, he unloads his gun and places it on the table beside your bed.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you saw the way he was looking at you," his jaw clenches. Frantic, he places his phone on the table next to his gun.

You watch the him internally argue with himself as his expressions change from bothered to upset and back bothered again.

"Can you look at me, please?" you step directly in front of him now, concern hidden in your eyes.

Your surprised when he actually looks at you. His eyes, hurt and full of regret, stare right back into yours. A look passes his face quickly, but you don't miss it. Jealousy? Envy?

"Hey.. what's wrong?" you get the closest you can to him, easily managing to slip your legs between his. He didn't put up much of a fight to have you closer to him.

He parts his lips to speak, but only a stressed choke manages to come out.

"It's okay," you carefully bring your hands around his head, and drag them up and down from behind his neck to his ears.

"I can't-" Eren tries to speak, his breathing fastening.

"You don't have have to say anything right now," you shake your head softly. It pained you to see him like this.

If you had to describe it, it would be a mixture of pain, anger and panic. With your thumbs caressing the back of his ears, you gently pull his chin onto your stomach.

"I got you," you look down into his bright eyes. The ones you longed for every night you spent without him. You didn't realize how much you missed seeing them until today.

"Fuck y/n," he breathes out, clenching his eyes shut and burying his face into your shirt.

You didn't know exactly exactly what was wrong, but you knew he was having a sort of panic attack. "Shh, it's okay. I'm right here," you speak softly.

Keeping your thumbs behind his ears, you interlock your other fingers into his hair and pull him closer. "I'm right here," you let him know.

Playing in his hair always seemed to calm him down. You hoped this would be one of those moments.

Although you told him he didn't need to speak, you couldn't help but wonder what led him to panic like this. It was possible that he was jealous of you and Reiner.

You'd seen jealousy. But this, this was different. He was full on panicking over you being with someone else.

It made sense the more you thought about it. Someone with a history of cheating partners would get jealous easily. What you didn't understand was why he wasn't attempting to push you away.

If you happened to be in his position you would almost immediately cut things off and lock your feelings back into a box.

You feel his hands wrap around the back of your thighs and pull you closer. Little by little, his breathing began to slow down, but his grasp on you only tightened.

After 20 minutes of comforting him, his breathing went back to normal. You couldn't care less about the pain in your legs from standing so long. You just wanted to make sure that Eren was fine.

Removing your fingers from his hair, you pry his face away from your stomach. "Look at me."

As soon as his eyes pry open to yours, you begin talking. "Talk to me. What's wrong?" Of course you had an idea, but you needed to hear him out before assuming.

He looks away, gathering his thoughts and leaving you to watch his motionless expression. His silence doesn't last long.

"I'm upset. I don't know," he shrugs off some of his anger before continuing. "Seeing you with him reminded me of something things," his eyes leave your figure once again.

You didn't need to hear anymore to elaborate on what he meant. He thought you were going to do what Frieda did to him.

Elaborating on his words, you attempt to come to a conclusion. He's still sensitive to everything that happened. "I'm sorry," you apologize for bringing up bad feelings.

"Huh?" he looks up quickly. "Why are you apologizing?" Confusion laces his tone.