A/N: As usual, trigger warning for suicide

Saturdays were never memorable days for Eren. They always passed with either not a single thought in his head or billions of thoughts exploding in his head. Either way, he never remembered them.

This Saturday, he was uncomfortably draped backwards over the couch arm, legs resting on Armin who was giving him an utterly bored look. He sighed deeply and swung his arms around.

"Armin," he said.

"Huh?" Armin responded.

"How did everyone react when I blew up at Jean on Wednesday?"

"Oh," Armin breathed. He said nothing more until Eren had righted himself and looked at him. "Well, at first they were kind of confused. I think Connie said that he never thought you would be one to try that. It was really unexpected though; out of everyone there, Historia was the one to tell him to shut it. She actually swore at everyone."

"What?" Eren spluttered, "Why Historia?"

Armin shrugged. "I think she empathizes. She said something like, 'you have no idea what he's going through. He's not weak just because it was too much,' and then she told us all to 'just fucking zip it.'"

"Wow," said Eren, "That's kind of... amazing, actually. Especially coming from the Goddess. I didn't think someone like her would sympathize with someone like me."

"Eren," Armin looked him directly in the eye, "It's Historia. She could sympathize with a rock."

They were quiet again for a minute. "I'm gonna call her," Eren stated decisively.

"Do you even have her number?"

"Yeah. She's way smarter than me, so I ask her about creative writing stuff all the time."

Armin nodded in agreement. "She takes good notes. Sometimes I ask to look over them."

"Mm," Eren assented as he pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.

It rang several times before a breathless Historia picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Historia, it's me," Eren greeted.

"Oh hi there, Eren!" she responded brightly. "What's up?"

"Uh... Well about Wednesday at lunch. Armin told me what happened." Eren cringed as he noticed too late that his friend was shaking his head and waving his hands frantically in an attempt to keep him quiet about that.

"O-oh," Historia stuttered.

"Yeah... Anyways, thanks. Also, can I talk to you later? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to obviously, but that would be cool? Like maybe later today. If you want to, anyway."

"Ah, yeah; that would be okay, I think. Do you wanna meet some where or do you want me to come to you? You can even come over if you want to."

"Going over to you sounds pretty good, actually. Is 4:30 good?"

"Yeah, definitely! I'll see you then. Bye, Eren!"

"See you."

He hung up the phone and stared at it silently.

"What's wrong?" Armin prompted.

"I don't know where she lives."

Two hours, thirty minutes, four texts to Historia, and one goodbye to Armin later, Eren found himself in front of Historia's door. Levi had been kind enough (or wary enough) to drive him there himself, so he didn't have to take public transport.

Eren hesitated for a moment, observing his surroundings again. A dingy apartment was not exactly what he had expected when envisioning Historia's home. Maybe an all-American, white-picket-fence-type house at least, but definitely not this. He raised his hand slowly and knocked.

A moment later, a round-faced woman answered the door. "Yes?" she questioned, looking down the bridge of her nose at him.

"Uh, hi. I'm Eren Jaeger; I'm looking for Historia Reiss. Is she...?"

"One second, honey. Historia?" she called over her shoulder.

Seconds later, Histora arrived at the door. "Oh, Eren! Hey. Come on in."

"Thanks," Eren said, still pretty phased by her living situation. She wasn't really any worse off than him, but it was still really... unfitting.

"Hey, aunt Fran, we're gonna go to my room," Historia informed the woman.

"Okay, Tori."

Eren vaguely caught the grimace Historia made at the nickname. She pulled him by the wrist into the farthest room into the apartment and shut the door behind her. Her room was very fitting of her. Pastel and white colors were washed over it and nothing was out of place.

They sat down on her bed and Historia offered him a bag of chips she had been eating from. He shook his head and muttered a, "no, thanks."

She smiled. "So what did you want to talk to me about, Eren?"

"Ah. So. You stood up for me on Wednesday. Thanks."

"No problem. I mean, I couldn't just let them talk like that about a friend, or anyone, really."

"Hey, Armin said something that made me wonder: do you know where I'm coming from?"

"What did he say?" Historia inquired, seriousness suddenly settling over her features.

"He just said that you told everyone that I'm not weak because it got to be too much for me. Sounds like you really know what this... situation is like."

Historia sighed and put down her chips. "Look, I don't want to worry you or anything, but I was pretty close to your situation a couple months ago. I didn't really try anything, but I definitely tie the rope right. I stood on the chair and everything."

Eren took in what she had just said for a moment before he spoke. "Why didn't you do it?"

"Ymir walked in. She knew something was wrong and she just kept... banging on the door. It was so horrible. She was so... desperate. She saved my life. In more ways than one."

"Wow," Eren breathed. "That's really... wow. I'm glad she found you."

At this, Historia smiled again. "Thank you. I'm glad you were saved too."

Eren gave an unamused snort. "Saved. Yeah."

Things were quiet between them for a few moments, but not awkward. Historia had that ability; to make any silence comfortable.

"Listen, Eren," she spoke earnestly as she placed a hand on his knee, "I'm always here if you want to talk about it. About anything. I am always here for that. Come to me next time you need or want to, okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Historia. And you too. Talk to me whenever you get low. At least we can relate."

She gave a sad little smile that he returned. "Yeah."

They stayed on her bed for hours, talking about lighter things, heavier things, and things in between. They even went as far as to demolish her current bag of chips and another one. Eren left at almost nine at night, incredibly glad that he had asked Armin to tell him what had happened after he left the lunch table.