[Mikasa's not normally the type to hug; Armin is. He puts his arms, free of any bloody shells, easily around her, making up for the awkardness with experience and confidence. He holds her close, protectively clutching the nape of her neck on some instinct he wasn't born with.
[A lump forms in his throat. His eyes burn. He's not prone to breaking down - not since he was just a kid. Things weren't simple back then, but they were simpler than they are now. His fingers sift through black hair. He loves her dearly.
[His voice comes out raw, half-choked. He doesn't pull away - not yet.]
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[Mikasa's not normally the type to hug; Armin is. He puts his arms, free of any bloody shells, easily around her, making up for the awkardness with experience and confidence. He holds her close, protectively clutching the nape of her neck on some instinct he wasn't born with.
[A lump forms in his throat. His eyes burn. He's not prone to breaking down - not since he was just a kid. Things weren't simple back then, but they were simpler than they are now. His fingers sift through black hair. He loves her dearly.
[His voice comes out raw, half-choked. He doesn't pull away - not yet.]
Mikasa...
Could you ever...forgive me?