[ Of course they were friends. He hadn't expected it in the slightest from their first meeting in their dumb, cramped dorm, but it worked itself out eventually. No doubt helped along by the constant, looming threat of death and insanity that really managed to bring people together with unmatched speed— as soon as Eren had become a soldier, he'd made friends far more quickly than he had under peacetime. Which is why he didn't need time to relax or take off; he just wanted to get back to murdering Titans and protecting the people who'd learned to depend on him.
All that being said, Zelos was a weird one. It was like he needed reminders for what should've gone unsaid (it should've been obvious that Eren cared, at this point), or he'd say one thing and expect another. He was smoke and mirrors and it was something he had always had problems navigating about, especially since the teen was about as indirect as a club over the head. And he's just about to call him out on it but—
He wrinkles his nose a bit, looking Zelos over critically. ] There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing. 'Sides, I don't wanna dress like you.
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All that being said, Zelos was a weird one. It was like he needed reminders for what should've gone unsaid (it should've been obvious that Eren cared, at this point), or he'd say one thing and expect another. He was smoke and mirrors and it was something he had always had problems navigating about, especially since the teen was about as indirect as a club over the head. And he's just about to call him out on it but—
He wrinkles his nose a bit, looking Zelos over critically. ] There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing. 'Sides, I don't wanna dress like you.