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Staring out the glass doors to the deck, Eren trembled as the darkness was lit up by lightning. He wanted to grab something, to smash them open and let the rain pour over the shattered glass. Another evening, he just might have done so if only to release some of his aggression. Because he’d rather turn that toward inanimate objects in an empty room than toward Isabel or Levi.
But not that night. Not with the rain.
Instead, he grabbed a vase and pitched it at the wall to the crash of thunder.
(And if Levi stood outside the doorway with baby monitor in hand, listening as his husband raged so as to regain some calm? Eren did not need to know so just yet.
When they were both ready, they would talk. Until then, Levi would keep watch; would make certain their family weathered the storm that surrounded them.)