Eren shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Phoenix from the corner of his eye. He wasn't good at this kind of thing—comforting people, finding the right words to say.
It wasn't in his nature, and he doubted she wanted it from him anyway.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to walk away.
He leaned against the railing beside her, silent for a long moment. The city sprawled out below them, its lights flickering like distant stars, and the faint hum of traffic filled the space between them.
"I'm not great at this," he muttered finally, his voice low, almost hesitant.
Phoenix glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "Great at what?"
Eren shrugged, keeping his gaze on the horizon. "Whatever this is. Talking. Being… whatever people call supportive."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You don't say. It's quite evident"
