"Armin," Eren says, flexes his hands on Armin's hips. "What. Do you. Want?"

Monogamy is for a world where your life expectancy is more than double your current age, and sometimes things get complicated.

Armin can be kind. People always tend to make the mistake of assuming that makes him nice, and he can’t help but feel that mistake clanging dissonantly in his chest as he sprints down the last living member of his squad, blade already in hand, Eren’s sloppy chewing noises behind him.