The drive to Jean's apartment was only fifteen minutes from the bar since his place is a little further from downtown. While Eren sat in the backseat, he scanned the wounds on his hand, a glimpse of bruised and bloody knuckles under each passing streetlight. His left knuckle, which he bashed against the brick wall, was bleeding the most. Of course, his self-inflicted wound was worse than any that Colt had given him. He had a bloody nose, too, but his hand stung worse. If Eren hadn't been practicing self-control for himself and you, he would've torn Colt apart and enjoyed every moment. Yet, he didn't. Eren knew that if he had done what he wanted, that would have meant risking your loss for good from his life. Eren wants to push you away to save you from the darkness he is bound to inside himself, but that doesn't mean he ultimately wants you out of his life. He'd be content being around you, even if it meant you hated him, but he knew if he killed Colt in that bar, you'd be scared of Eren forever. He could care less if he were to go to prison for the rest of his life if it meant getting rid of Colt.
The lights were off as they entered Jean's quaint apartment. His roommate and best friend Connie was sitting on the couch with popcorn and beer as he played video games on the large television that hung on the white wall. Connie turned his head at the commotion of footsteps entering the door, eyes squinting as Jean turned on the kitchen lights that lit up the apartment.
"Thought you we're gonna be out with Sasha?" Jean asks Connie, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter and kicking off leather boots. Connie's grin widened at the sight of everyone coming into the apartment. His shared friends, whom he has barely got to see anymore since high school ended, were now in his apartment.
"She had a date with Niccolo," Connie speaks as he pauses his game and jumps from the couch excitedly to greet everyone.
"Whoah, Eren," Connie paused in his steps as he got a glimpse of Eren's face covered in dried blood and a white t-shirt now ripped and maroon, "What the hell happened to you?" His tone was a mix of concern and sarcasm. Eren rolled his eyes and snorted, kicking off his shoes as he leaned one hand against the wall to hold his weight.
"Just a little bar fight; what's new?" Eren walks past Connie and into Jean's bedroom, Jean following close behind. Eren stood in the center of the room, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it onto Jean's messy bed as he waited for Jean, who searched through his dresser drawer for something clean that Eren could wear. Both men were tall, with long limbs and just enough muscles for their height. They could easily share clothes, though Eren was a tad taller if you squint.
