Levi side-eyes the other boy again. What the hell is he smiling about now? He sure seems to be doing it a lot. It's preferable to the sad expression he had a little ago, but it's weird. Nobody is that happy.

...though, he has to admit, twirling among the dancing lights and holding them in his hands feels just about what he remembers of happiness.

Not to mention... getting a compliment for his name? He never considered it anything, let alone pretty, it had always just been his name, though he supposes he liked the way it sounded when his mom said it. Now he's definitely thinking it over again, though, his face perhaps getting a little flustered, as he concludes that maybe it is a pretty nice name.

At least while he's not overthinking it...

"It's got 'leave' in it," he mutters, looking a bit deflated again, and parts his hands to let his first firefly into his jar.