He’s laying spread eagle
on top of thin bedsheets, trying not to think about the eviction notice taped
to the front door. It had been easy to spot, paper a sickly yellow contrast
against the white of the entrance. Staring up at the ceiling, he contemplates
what the best plan of action will be to take. There is not a doubt in his mind
that Eren wouldn’t think twice about taking the chance to help him out, but
therein lies the dilemma.