Eren Jaeger smiles up at the older man who held him tightly, he rested in between his legs with one leg supporting his back keeping him in a sitting position, the knee was digging between his shoulder blades, the man's right hand gripped his hair at the back of his head, while the other hand gently touches his cheek softly, trying to keep him awake.
Looking pass the man Eren could see, three stars in a navy blue sky, it was the twilight hour.
Eren's body was limp, his arms had been folded over his stomach and his legs stretched out. Blood was pouring from his many wounds and with the back of his neck sliced open that was no chance to heal himself.
Taking his eyes away from the stars above he turns his gaze back to the man above. He could just about made out a face.
A face which held no expression. Stormy grey eyes stared down at him, showing no emotion in them.
Eren felt himself smile some more at the person who held him so firmly, wanting to say something anything but no words could pass through his throat any more. With his remaining strength he bought up one hand and mimicked the man by touching his cheek gently and staining the man's cheek with his blood.
His was about to let it drop but the hand that held his own cheek was gone, having caught the falling bloody hand the man kept it up to his cheek.
A question shone in Eren's eyes, he tried to read the empty void of grey but found nothing. Then as if by magic then was a slight shine. Eren did not have chance to work out what it was, because he fell asleep in death.