[The pieces aren't difficult to put together, really; somewhere Aubrey knows, or close. They're in a living room - there would be a kitchen. Eren thinks of his home - thinks of how it would feel to open a door and walk into it, trashed.
[He feels cold, rotten, rage. It's time to stop pacing. He sits on the couch. He takes his eyes off of Aubrey.
[His hands twist in his lap...]
Tell me more...[His voice has gone quiet; it's not soft, but...comparatively, there's...care to it. It's always been there.]
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[He feels cold, rotten, rage. It's time to stop pacing. He sits on the couch. He takes his eyes off of Aubrey.
[His hands twist in his lap...]
Tell me more...[His voice has gone quiet; it's not soft, but...comparatively, there's...care to it. It's always been there.]