[All at once, Eren is grateful that they're only texting. Not that Jean hasn't seen the exact look that's on his face right now a hundred times since coming here, but still. Fuck. He feels like he's just been kicked in the gut.
[It wouldn't be the same, really. Nothing tastes quite like the food your mother used to make. Here, it would probably be too good, the ingredients too high quality, and Jean's keen sense for cooking too impressive. Would he try to fancy it up like he does? Put his own spin on things? Would that be such a bad thing?
[It's a gesture of love, just the same way it was from his mother. Isn't that what really matters? But it's not her. Jean won't have to save up for it. It's really not the same at all...]
I don't remember quite how she did it. Never helped much, even though I was supposed to.
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[All at once, Eren is grateful that they're only texting. Not that Jean hasn't seen the exact look that's on his face right now a hundred times since coming here, but still. Fuck. He feels like he's just been kicked in the gut.
[It wouldn't be the same, really. Nothing tastes quite like the food your mother used to make. Here, it would probably be too good, the ingredients too high quality, and Jean's keen sense for cooking too impressive. Would he try to fancy it up like he does? Put his own spin on things? Would that be such a bad thing?
[It's a gesture of love, just the same way it was from his mother. Isn't that what really matters? But it's not her. Jean won't have to save up for it. It's really not the same at all...]
I don't remember quite how she did it. Never helped much, even though I was supposed to.
[Fuck, but it hurts.]
Mikasa might know.
[...]
I'd be okay with that.