"Hey baby," I said awkwardly, giving him a smile as I got off the bed and took a step closer to him and he reacted about as well as I expected.

"No," he said sternly pointing towards the bed. "Sit your ass back down."

I didn't even bother trying to argue it would just make things worse. I sat down and folded my hands in my lap waiting for him to come join me on the bed so we could talk this out, but he didn't. He stayed standing in the doorway. We just stared at each other from across the room, his arms folded and his muscles tense.

"What on earth were you thinking," he asked and I felt like mom had possessed him all of the sudden. Was he going to give me the lecture since she didn't? The room fell quiet as I tried to read the room. I mean his thoughts were guarded and hard to read, but his emotions were clear as day he was pissed, and even a little anxious.

"I needed answers," I said flat out. I didn't know what else to say besides what had already been said earlier. Did he expect me to change my answers now that we're alone cause it's not gonna happen. I wasn't lying when I said that was my reason for leaving. I just wish the answers I got were a little clearer but what we found will have to do for now.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried to keep his composure and not yell. "So you said," he said sarcastically rolling his eyes before glaring me down again, "that's not what I mean. I wasn't asking why you wanted to go, I'm asking why? Why did it have to be today? Why did you bring Ymir? Why did you leave without telling anyone? Without telling me?"

"So you're not mad that I left you are mad that I left without you?" I asked trying to get him to clarify.

"No," he said, raising his voice a little before clearing his throat and trying to even his tone back out. He let his arms fall to his sides as he clenched his fists. "I'm pissed that you left but I'm fucking furious that you felt like you couldn't tell me."

"Well, if I told you then you would have either tried to stop me or would have insisted on going with me."

"Yeah and?" he asked, wondering what was so wrong with that.

"Eren, you're still injured you can't just go out on a twelve-hour stroll, and I couldn't have you stop me."

"Oh, so when it's a dangerous mission and you're injured you can use the promise as a threat but when the roles are reversed you can't even do me the decency to tell me that you are leaving."

"That's not-," I started, "I didn't mean-. Eren I-." No matter what sentence I tried, the words died in my throat. I didn't want to say anything that would piss him off more, but I wanted to explain myself. I didn't mean to make him feel like I can't talk to him. I especially don't want him to think that I will do this any time I have a reckless whim. I know it was a dick move leaving him here, but I didn't even think of our promise since that usually only went for missions. I didn't see this as a mission, but he did. "This was different."

"Oh really?" he asked, his tone rising with a mocking inflection as his eyes glared me down. Danger. That was definitely the wrong phrase to use.

"That's not what I meant," I said quickly, trying to do damage control before he decides to kill me over my poor choice in phrases.

"Well what did you mean?" he asked venom dripping from his words now.

"I think there was a miscommunication," I said and watched as he narrowed his eyes.

"Explain," his tone was flat and unreadable now. I'm on thin fucking ice.

"You clearly saw what we did today as a mission, am I right in making that assumption?" he just nodded wanting me to continue. "Well, I never saw it as a mission. The thought never crossed my mind that this was a mission which thinking back it probably should have. I saw it more as a learning experience."

"A learning experience?" He asks. "Do you also see recon missions as a learning experience?" He asked.

"Not really," I said confused about where he was going with this.

"Oh. Well, you do realize that's exactly what you just did with Ymir right?" he asked, staring me down. "You might not have been in costume and sure it was during the day in public, but you gathered information that could be used later to help us with missions did you not?" he asked.

I just sat back and thought about it. He was right. I did a recon mission without even thinking about it. From his perspective, it really does look like I purposely excluded our promise to go on a mission without him. "Oh." Was all I could mumble.

"So where is this miscommunication you were talking about?" He asked, folding his arms. "Even if you didn't think it was a mission you still went out knowing it would be dangerous without even so much as leaving me a note." both of his hands gripped his arms harder as he started to shake in anger. "I woke up lost and confused. Do you know how scared I was when I walked around the whole building and no one knew where you had gone? How scared I was when hours passed and no one knew anything? You were just gone without an explanation."

He let out a shaky breath as his eyes fell to the floor. "I spent hours pacing back and forth in this tiny ass room waiting for something. Anything. The whole time my thoughts were coming up with the worst scenarios. 'He left because he couldn't stand you anymore,' or 'he's captured and getting tortured right now,' or worse 'he's dead in a ditch somewhere and I'm never going to be able to say goodbye, or ever truly going to know what happened. Turns out you were just going on a recon mission." He said his hands gripping his arms so tightly his nails were starting to dig into his skin he was shaking so bad I thought he might collapse.

"Eren, I'm sorry I didn't even think-." I said trying to stop the excuses. I stood up and walked over to him. "I'm sorry." I reached my hand out to try and touch his and make him realize that he was hurting himself with how hard he was grabbing his arms, but the second my hand touched his I heard a loud crack and stared at him a little shocked as I tried to process what happened.

I brought my hand up to the burning sensation on my cheek as he looked at me with wide eyes. He looked as shocked as I did. "I-." he froze at first looking down at his red hand and then back up at my cheek with a matching red mark. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean-." he said, shrinking into himself. He wanted to run to get away from everything, his anxiety sending him into flight or fight and his first instinct in this situation was flight.

I grabbed his arm before he could act on it and actually run out of the room. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I'm so so so sorry," he said over and over again. He sounded scared. He was scared I would retaliate, he was scared I would hate him, he was scared of his own actions.

"It's okay," I said calmly, keeping my tone normal and soothing. I know he didn't mean it. He was lost in his thoughts when I grabbed his arm. He just acted on reflex he didn't actually mean to. However, even knowing that it still hurt not just physically, but emotionally.

"I think we are both a little high strung right now, we just need to lay down and talk things through in a calm manner," I said trying to deescalate the situation.

"Yeah," he nodded trying to get his breathing back to normal. I gently led him over to the bed and we both laid down facing each other taking some deep breaths.

I pushed back any hurt emotions from getting slapped. I can deal with those later. I mean I deserved it, but it was hard not to dwell on the fact that he actually hit me. It wasn't the first time we have laid our hands on each other, but it was the first time that it happened outside of a sparring match.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to," he said his eyes looking at my red cheek. His hand hesitantly reached until his fingers lightly touched my cheek. It still stung a little from the impact, but his fingers lightly caressing it made me feel a little better.

"I didn't mean to hurt you either," I said letting my hand grab his. I gave it a light squeeze before continuing. "I should have told you. Even if I knew you would tag along I still should have done something at least leave you a note as you said, but I think you were right. I didn't mean to break the promise or be a hypocrite with it, but I still did whether I realized it or not." I said looking down and taking a calming breath before looking back up in his eyes, "I won't ever do it again, and that I promise you."

"Good," Eren let out a deep breath and his body relaxed, "should we just call this even?" He asked. "We both just hurt each other without meaning to and now we both are feeling really guilty and that doesn't feel good," he said, feeling both mine and his guilt bounce around by my powers.

"Okay, we're even," I said with a nod, but I could tell he wasn't going to drop his guilt any time soon, and honestly neither was I. I just decided to change the subject.

"I would kill to be a fly on the wall in Ymir and Christa's room right about now."

"Oh, same," Eren laughed welcoming the subject change.

"She actually did talk to Christa first, but she lied to her," I explained.

"I know Christa told me and she looked pissed."

"Well Ymir's dead, it was nice knowing her," I joked.

"I wonder who will plan the funeral?"

I just shrugged my shoulder, "Maybe Christa when her blind rage settles and she realizes she's killed her?" I said.

"Probably," He smiled.