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Reiner never thought love would smell like mold and cigarette ash.
He’s standing at Eren’s sink again, hands wrist-deep in water that’s colder than it should be, scrubbing at dishes with a sponge that’s gone soft in the middle. His shoulders ache from work, but Eren’s hair hasn’t been washed in days, and if Reiner doesn’t do it, nobody will.
“you’re fussing again,” Eren calls from the couch. His voice is lazy, like it’s too much effort to move his mouth all the way.
Reiner glances over. Eren’s sprawled across the cushions, hoodie bunched at his ribs, the drawstrings knotted so tight they could choke. His pupils are blown wide — too wide for the dim light — and Reiner’s chest tightens. He wants to believe it’s just the weed, not anything harder, not again.
“You said you quit.”
Eren shrugs, slow and careless. “For you, yeah. But you’re still here, so…”
Reiner doesn’t answer. His hands are shaking now, the sponge slipping in his grip. He wants to scream, or maybe just lie down and sleep for a week.
“You know I’d be dead without you.”
And maybe that’s true. But Reiner’s not sure anymore if Eren’s surviving, or if he’s just holding Reiner hostage with the idea of it.