time-is-death:
Erwin’s eyes narrow. Did they count as nightmares? “Why?” Is all he asks. For all he knew, it wasn’t really her concern… “If I was,” he was, “it wouldn’t be that important, would it?”
Hanji scooted a little closer to him, looking at him with their brown eyes, examining him thoroughly. “...I’m worried for you.” They reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “It concerns me if you’re having nightmares, because those can fuck you up. They can take away your emotions for the rest of the day, and just completely fuck you over. Please tell me, Erwin.”











