Yeah...[Eren frowns a little as he moves toward a chair nearby, but it's more thoughtful - focused, really - than anything.]

I guess I've never technically met him. I do in my future.

He grew up in Marley, the nation across the sea. They had coffee there. I...can almost remember drinking it with him, I think.

[Still, that focused expression. Eren feels no fondness for Zeke; outright hatred, actually, and it's not absent now, but trying to pin down the memory itself is...distracting enough that it keeps him disarmed to the thought.]