AN: Ahh I got so much great feedback on my last chapter (on several different sites too) Thank you guys for your support w I super appreciate it! It's just a quick little update chapter (I know it's short, I'm sorry). There will be more action in chapter 3, I just felt like I need to focus more on how they interacted when not in a life threatening situation and how they would make up..
The next morning, both teens pretended that the previous night never happened. Eren sat by the fireplace, legs crossed as he carefully sharpened his blades while Armin sat by the window looking at his book. The blonde boy shifted his eyes between the pages of circles and words to check on Eren, meanwhile wondering if he should say something. With hesitance, he opened his mouth and with his voice barely audible, he broke the silence.
"Eren..." Armin mumbled, suddenly diverting his eyes back to his book. Eye contact was too awkward at the moment and he couldn't be bothered to stop himself from what he was going to say.
"Hmm?" Eren looked up curiously, lowering his sword. Armin took a deep breath and looked up from his book to make eye contact with his green-eyed friend.
"I'm sorry, if what I said upset you." He states simply, but sincerely. Taking the lack of a reply as the end of the conversation, he diverts his eyes back to his book, text swirling around in his mind- he wasn't even reading. He flips the pages casually, suddenly he registered that Eren was speaking. He pauses from his book and looks back up at Eren.
"-'s fine, Armin. I was just being pissy. I hate being unable to do anything. It makes me feel so useless." He states, almost casually, but the blonde knows better. It always took a lot to get Eren to apologize, so maybe he understood? With a small grin, Armin smiled softly.
"You're recovering just fine, Eren. Soon enough we'll be slicing titans, heck- maybe even in a few more weeks." Eren's eyes gleam, and Armin's smile widens.
Eren picks back up his sword, sharpening it. Inspecting it periodically, he pulled it away from his face and into the light before squinting closely at the now sharp edges. He then took a metal file, and delicately ground at the edge. When done, he inspected the edge once more and smiled to himself, seeming to be satisfied with his work.
"Make sure you enforce the magic circle on the blade, it's fading," Armin tells him teasingly, noticing how deeply Eren is concentrating. He chuckled and he returned to his book, his heart lighter. Eren rolled his eyes, now polishing the newly sharpened blade on a small whetstone.
The light begins to fade from the window as dusk sets. After another (rather whiney) bandage changing session of Eren's wounds, they began lighting the house. Plopping onto the couch, Armin sighed as he rubbed his temples. Rotating his wrist, he tried to relieve the stiffness of his joints. Finally able to take off the splint left his arm feeling light and weak. The blonde stretched loudly on the sofa, calling back to Eren who still was in the kitchen.
"Eren, don't forget tonight is your night to cook." He yawned, looking over at a grumpy Eren.
"Yeah, yeah..." Eren mumbled, getting up and starting on dinner.
The night passed by rather uneventful, both enjoying the simple stew Eren had spent little effort on. But of course, Armin wasn't going to complain.
AN: So how'd you like it? Feel free to comment/critique with suggestions. I'm sorry it's so short, but I figured that it would be best for this chapter... Next one will have more action and less cooped-up Eren.