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“What is it that you like about me?”
The question is proposed seemingly out of the blue. Laying beside each other in the dark, silenced reigned before the question was popped. Moblit is a thinker through and through. He’s amazing at it without a shadow of doubt. That doesn’t mean the same positive can become a vice. Frigid was not a word to describe him, yet his actions today can only be described as such. You saw it churning inside of him. The plague of doubt weighed heavy on him. Unfortunately best course of action eluded you completely.
You roll over and stare at him. Worry seems to follow him, and inescapable force. “What makes you come to that conclusion?” You sit up a bit and flash him a small smile. “What is there not to like?” The sardonic comment flusters him, he sits up to match you. Probably not the best time.
“Are you kidding me? I’m being completely serious and you’re joking! Thanks a lot!” You’re stunned, rarely every does he ever raise his voice at you. With a swift huff and sigh he rolls back over covering himself with your sheets. You’re use to hearing him this way just not directed towards you.
You blink still registering the moment that has transpired in front of you. You stare at his back, the chill along his spine is telling. He’s hurting and you laughed him off. Laying back down you think over your words for a moment. But they come naturally to you. You love him and that’s all that matters. With a gentle press to his back you lean against him.
“You’re always caring. You look out for others even when there’s no benefit. Do you remember when we first met? You were always respectful and kind. Even when Hange and I got on your last nerves.” You let out a small laugh at that. He turns around to look at you. Tears well up in his eyes and you can tell he’s holding back sobs. This has really been eating him up for a while.
You take his hand into yours and slowly pull it your face. He’s watching your every movement with awe and utter reverence. Pressing his hand to your cheek you nuzzle it and look at him softly. He swallows deeply and you continue to speak. “I know I’m not always the best at expressing my emotions.” You press a kiss to his palm and stare deeply into his honey glazed eyes.
“However, if I’ve made you feel neglected or unappreciated. I’m quite sorry love and you have my word I’ll do better.”
He stares at you blankly for a while. He takes your hand and grips it firmly. A sign of both strength and weakness, he doesn’t want to lose you. “…I’m afraid, that there isn’t anything special about me…” He swallows deeply, voice barely above a whisper. “Is it a burden to be with me?”
You almost let out a scoff, but he’s being vulnerable and sharing this moment still means everything. Bringing his knuckles to your lips you kiss each digit softly. You begin to tear up. “How long have you been holding this in beloved?” With that one statement it’s as if a damn overflowed. He grips you tightly, an embrace that’s shocking but earnest. Moblit is full on crying at this point and you hold him back just as tightly.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to yell earlier, I just-“ You shush him and card your fingers through his hair. “That’s alright love. I wan’t you to know if no ones told you. I think your special. Within his grip you go to cup his face, a loving smile graces you. “We don’t have to figure everything out tonight. But please know I love you more than anything. You are special to me.” Moving your arms back around him you grip him tightly again.
This one night, everything won’t be figured out. But you love each other and that’s all that matter.