[Eren wishes he could too. He's wished that for a long time. It's important that Maruki knew Mikasa. Eren could never conjure her from nothing - not well enough, not right enough.

[It's all they have of Rumi, though. Eren's nails trace in patterns over Maruki's shoulders. He rests his cheek on the top of the other man's head.]

If you talk about her enough, I'll start to feel like I do...

[It's not a platitude. Maruki understands better than anyone the nature of Eren's mind these days. There's so much experience crammed into it that he can barely decipher which belongs to him.]

I could listen to you talk all day too, so. Talk about her as much as you want. I'll listen.