Eren didn't know what the hell to feel anymore.
The heat on his cheeks refused to leave. His chest felt tight, and his thoughts spun out of control. Every time he remembered that kiss—soft, unsure, but real—his stomach twisted. What bothered him more? That Varon kissed him… or that Varon regretted it?
Or maybe it was that he didn't even get a choice in the matter.
"I'm not some goddamn test subject," he muttered under his breath, teeth gritted. "I'm not a joke."
He couldn't stand there a second longer. Not next to him. Not when Varon's calm, cool presence was still hovering nearby like a reminder. His legs moved before his mind did, carrying him across the field toward the old grayling ship parked by the edge of the orchard.
The world blurred out behind him.
