Armin/Rex short scene

The door opens with a soft click, and I step inside my apartment with a sigh escaping my lips. Rex follows behind me as he shuts the door, eyes equally tired as mine. I go through my usual routine after having come home and call out to my companion for the evening over my shoulder, "Make yourself comfortable."

I head over to my room to change into something a bit more comfortable, opening up the lights one by one as I do so. When I return, Rex is sitting on the couch, reclained and relax. That's good. After everything he's been through, he deserves it.

"Want some wine?" I suggest as I make my way to the kitchen to retrieve one for myself.

"Yes, please."

I pick up two wine glasses as well as one of my best bottles. We can both use it. My footsteps pad on the floor, and Rex shifts over to the side to give me space to sit as well. I set the glasses down and pour ourselves a drink. Neither of us say anything for a while, simply allowing today's events wash over us.

"What a day, huh?" I ask, and I'm surprised at how light and airy my voice is, but thankfully, Rex doesn't comment on it.

"Yeah..." He pauses for a second, furrowing his brows as he stares at the drink in his hand. "...It doesn't get any better than this, does it?"

Rex is younger than me, so a part of me feels like it's my responsibility to look after him. I don't answer straight away, wanting to take my time in considering my response. My eyes fall shut as I recall the first time I had hurt someone when I was initially turned. When I remember today's work, the unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach is still the same. "No, it doesn't."

Rex hums in acknowledgement, distracted. That evening, we lose ourselves in heartfelt conversations over good wine, a much needed break from everything else. Tomorrow will be another day, but for now, we'll accept this respite.