#trashintherecycle

so you nap on the seat, letting the bob and sway of the van and the warmth of the sun through the window lull you into a light sleep...

you don't even notice that they've stopped at first, but you can vaguely hear them chattering, greeting someone -- an unfamiliar voice, but it makes the hair on your arms stand on end.

Erwin.

you shut your eyes tight and pretend to be asleep. you think that if you pretend hard enough, you might just slip blissfully out of consciousness. you don't need this; not again. quietly, you check your phone, observe the dash. you're not sure if you can stomach the waves of painful familiarity at the moment, but there's that new one. that woman.

you reply to her, ask her offhandedly if she's been to your hometown because you think you may know her and it makes you feel very warm. talking to her -- annoying though she may be -- reminds you of days spent contentedly prowling the city you grew up in, of familiarity, of home. it's odd; you don't think too much about it. 

finally, you rise, scratching at your hair with practiced false-disinterest. "What'd I miss?"

"... And I'm Hange~!"

"Hey there... Need a lift or something? None of us can repair a car... We could give you a ride, though!"