[There are plenty of things Eren might say. "I don't need you to protect me," or "I can take care of myself." Some jab at how he'll always be stronger than Jean, or...something like that.
[Eren's not always good admitting the truth, but deep down he knows it; nothing here has made him feel safer than the arms he's wrapped in now. How many nights as he spent curled up on Jean's lap, just trying to make it through to the next moment?
[They tied those wristbands on each other for a reason...
[He puts his head back down, turning it so his ear is pressed up against Jean's heartbeat.]
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[Eren's not always good admitting the truth, but deep down he knows it; nothing here has made him feel safer than the arms he's wrapped in now. How many nights as he spent curled up on Jean's lap, just trying to make it through to the next moment?
[They tied those wristbands on each other for a reason...
[He puts his head back down, turning it so his ear is pressed up against Jean's heartbeat.]
Thanks...
[That's all. That's it. Thanks. For everything.
[He loves him. He loves him. He loves him.]