Eren and Armin are both in a support group for people who have lost somebody close to them.
Armin lost his parents a few years ago and Eren lost his mom only a month before.
The two boys have lived very different lives but seem to connect in ways...
The two boys woke up to the sound of Armin's phone ringing. It was loud and just continued beeping while Eren groaned and Armin stayed asleep. Eren didn't remember having Armin curl up in his bed, and especially didn't remember pulling Armin into his arms, but here he was, cradling the blond like they were standing on a rooftop, only seconds away from being eaten by a giant, naked Santa Claus. That was certainly a specific thought.... "Armin! Phone!" Eren shook his friend but he didn't budge. The brunet swore and dug through the blankets until he found the ringing device. He felt weird answering but then he saw "freckled therapist" as the contact name and decided it was safe. It was only Marco, after all. At least it wasn't some girl or something. "Hey, Armin!" Jean's voice was on the other end. What did this mean? Was Marco abducted by aliens?! "Marco was reading this weird assed comic or whatever about some dude who lives in another dude's basement...I kinda stopped listening to him halfway through explaining...but he started crying about not being able to look at me the same way and ran off so I'm gonna go ahead and cancel today's meeting." "What?" "I don't know what's going on either. He just ran off screaming something about Levi's legs. I think he was concerned about them being so short. Anyway, enjoy your day off and...wait...Eren? Is that you?" "Yeah." Eren shrugged, knowing that Jean wouldn't see. "What are you doing with Armin's phone?" He paused. "Wait! Never mind. I know the answer." "No! It's not like that! His grandfather's truck broke down and-" "Anyway...have fun!~" "Stop! No!" Jean laughed as he ended the call. "EVIL BASTARD! I'LL GET HIM!" "Mnh? Whas goin' on?" Armin slurred sleepily. "What?! Nothing!" "Are you on my phone?" "Yeah. Our group meeting is cancelled for the day." Armin rubbed his eyes and sat up. "So we get another day to hang out?" "Yeah! Do you want breakfast?" "Do you have waffles?" "We always have waffles." "Your house is like heaven or something. Grandpa never brings them home for me." Armin sighed, a soft smile on his lips. "I'm gonna make you so many waffles that you can't eat them ever again!" Eren decided. "Come down to the kitchen!" Armin pouted. "But I'm still tired." "Okay, okay. I'll feed you breakfast in bed." "What are we? Married?" "With the way you were clinging onto me last night, I wouldn't doubt it." Armin went bright red and held his hands out defensively. "It's not what you think! You grabbed me and wouldn't let go!" It was Eren's turn to go red. "Your pyjamas are just do soft! Yeah, that's it!" "Suuuuuure...." "Anyway, let's get you some food!" Eren crawled out of bed and placed Armin's phone in his hands. "When's your grandfather gonna have his truck ready?" "He had it towed to a neighbour's place. It should be fixed this afternoon." "Why don't you stay another night? Save your grandad a drive?" "Uhm...I guess so." "Sweet! We could actually watch that movie tonight since I fell asleep." "Yeah. I'd prefer to stay inside and relax anyway." "Me too." Eren smiled and Armin returned it with a shyness that hadn't been there before. "So...since I'm up...I might as well help with breakfast." Eren nodded and held his hand out for Armin. The blond took it and stumbled onto the floor. The two boys made their way downstairs to the kitchen. "Do you want fruits and whipped cream on them or are you a classic maple syrup kinda dude." "Maple syrup." "Ew. That's so Canadian." "It's good no matter where you're from." "I've only got aunt jemima." "That is fine." Eren glared mockingly. "You're betraying your country." "I know that." Armin shrugged. "Eren, who's this?" Grisha stepped into the room, looking at Armin almost suspiciously. "This is my friend." "Your friend, huh?" "Yeah." Grisha nodded and grabbed a banana off the counter before returning to his basement home like he was Yoobum or some shit. "Was that your dad?" Armin asked. "If you want to use 'dad' loosely, yeah, he was." Eren scoffed. Armin nodded. "Now," Eren crossed his arms, ready for action. "It's time to feed my baby chick!"
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