[The last of Eren's bread is pressed back into his hand. The gift of food is never lost on him. It could be a thoughtless gesture, needlessly polite, but Akechi stopped being needlessly polite with Eren a while ago. Eren holds the bread in his hand for a few seconds before tearing it into two even smaller pieces. He puts one in his mouth, then holds the other up to Akechi's.]
[Eren is expecting some punishment when Akechi goes for his face, but it's apparently his attention the other man is after. Eren stares at Akechi; his lips, the bread, a mouth opening, tongue, taste...
[All just his imagining, of course. He obediently puts the bread in his own mouth, eyes locked on Akechi's, muddy red.]
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[ The last few pieces of bread sit in his lap. When he moves to put it in his mouth, well -
It's impossible to not touch Eren when he raises his arm, so he switches to the one not currently pressed against the man's chest. ]
We had satellites and other machines that travelled small distances. People were limited to the Moon and nowhere else, though-
[ He shoves the last piece of bread into Eren's hand. ]
There is large station that hovers Earth. People go there for short periods of time to live and study space itself.
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Can birds fly that high too?
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[ And to the bread held at his mouth -
Akechi only stares for a second, then two.
Eating from someone's hand like an animal - the look he casts Eren's way is equal parts confused and irate at the audacity of thinking he would.
His fingers grip Eren's chin and twists his head until it's fully focused on the hand near Akechi's lips. ]
Your aim is off. Let me help you.
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[All just his imagining, of course. He obediently puts the bread in his own mouth, eyes locked on Akechi's, muddy red.]
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As obedient as ever when it matters. He keeps his grip light on Eren's face.
And turns back to the television - a final battle winding down on the screen.
It really was a good show for its time. ]