"It’s not like you to string someone along like this." He says.
The words ring loud and clear in his ears, makes him feel a twinge of something that perhaps wasn’t quite there in the left side of his chest before the kid came around.
It’s not like him to take anyone, let alone a boy like Eren, under his wing; he knows that. He doesn’t need Erwin to chastise him. He doesn’t need anyone to tell him it wasn’t fair to lead the kid on like this because the kid has a blatantly obvious crush on him.
"So obvious it’s almost painful to watch," adds Hanji.
He hears their voices as his knee-high boots clack against the wooden flooring in the empty corridor.
He knows that. Perhaps he only likes it - allows it - because he has never met anyone so goddamn afraid to lose him.
It makes him feel a tad special.
It’s almost ridiculous, he realizes, how much he’s attracted to the worthless brat.