[Styx isn't certain what confuses him more, the declaration or Eren's extended hand. he knows what each means on their own, of course, but when placed into the context of himself he suddenly struggles to understand a damn thing. that sort of sentiment...it was for friends. no way around it.
had he somehow succeeded in becoming the dragon's friend? the drummer always hoped that people enjoyed spending time with him, that he wasn't a grating presence in their lives, but no matter how well he ever seemed to get on with people he could never bring himself to assume that he was anything more than tolerated. it was something that felt far too entitled for what he was - the kind of certainty in one's self that he'd never be worthy of. how could you really like someone so useless, after all? there was nothing worthwhile Styx could offer.
and yet there it was all the same: an outstretched hand. he'd only known Eren a short time but he felt (or was that in his own head?) that this wasn't something he did for everyone. wouldn't it be wrong to doubt the man, then? he'd been nothing but honest with him up until now.
...a friend. he'd gone and made a friend all by himself in this world, without the aid of music or circumstance. just...just Styx. the thought makes him want to cry a little, and he has to swallow past the growing lump in his throat before he can even attempt to answer at long last.]
Deal. [and he takes that hand, smile as radiant as the sun...and eyes a little moist.] No hiding or nothing!
[maybe it was alright if he couldn't get a handle on his magic right away. he had someone to rely on now, didn't he? everything really would be fine.]
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had he somehow succeeded in becoming the dragon's friend? the drummer always hoped that people enjoyed spending time with him, that he wasn't a grating presence in their lives, but no matter how well he ever seemed to get on with people he could never bring himself to assume that he was anything more than tolerated. it was something that felt far too entitled for what he was - the kind of certainty in one's self that he'd never be worthy of. how could you really like someone so useless, after all? there was nothing worthwhile Styx could offer.
and yet there it was all the same: an outstretched hand. he'd only known Eren a short time but he felt (or was that in his own head?) that this wasn't something he did for everyone. wouldn't it be wrong to doubt the man, then? he'd been nothing but honest with him up until now.
...a friend. he'd gone and made a friend all by himself in this world, without the aid of music or circumstance. just...just Styx. the thought makes him want to cry a little, and he has to swallow past the growing lump in his throat before he can even attempt to answer at long last.]
Deal. [and he takes that hand, smile as radiant as the sun...and eyes a little moist.] No hiding or nothing!
[maybe it was alright if he couldn't get a handle on his magic right away. he had someone to rely on now, didn't he? everything really would be fine.]