Likewise, Levi is blindsided by how normal it feels. No mental preparation or bracing himself could have prepared him for that. His breath does hitch for a moment as the other two close in, and he feels his face heating up, but then, once he actually feels lips (and probably a press of noses) on his cheeks, it just feels... nice. Cozy. They've both got the good sense to keep it dry, too, so he literally has nothing to complain about, even as he thinks he feels something turn over in his chest.
In fact, he almost finds himself lamenting that it's over so soon.
Which isn't right... probably? He can't claim to know a lot about normal things, relationships and friendships included. But then, if it feels right... what's the harm? Haven't they long moved over the need to adhere to any arbitrary rules or expectations, after facing death together so many times, after ending up in this weird little world without Titans or military or the need to give up anything else?..
He still feels the weight of their hands on his shoulders, and almost instinctively he reaches out before either of them can fully pull away.
He's not sure why; maybe he needs the reassurance that it's alright, that they're still alright, or maybe the utterly ridiculous situation just reminds him of what he had and lost and found again.
But his hands find the backs of Erwin and Hange's heads and holds them close for a moment longer, firm but gentle, making their foreheads rest against his temples in something like a huddle or a hug, or maybe he's just making sure they can't see the color in his cheeks before it starts fading.
It's okay. We're okay. I love you.
It's just a couple seconds, though; then he's letting go as if nothing happened and taking a few determined steps forward; it seems there's no invisible wall stopping him this time.
"Good thinking, four-eyes," he says, glancing back once he thinks his face isn't betraying him too badly anymore.
It's really... a little like it used to be, isn't it? Hange coming up with something that sounds entirely outlandish but is actually fucking smart, Erwin shaping it into something that can realistically be executed and taking the lead.
(And Levi's the weapon in their hands, ready to strike, to be whatever is needed to make it work, and the heart to connect it all together).
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In fact, he almost finds himself lamenting that it's over so soon.
Which isn't right... probably? He can't claim to know a lot about normal things, relationships and friendships included. But then, if it feels right... what's the harm? Haven't they long moved over the need to adhere to any arbitrary rules or expectations, after facing death together so many times, after ending up in this weird little world without Titans or military or the need to give up anything else?..
He still feels the weight of their hands on his shoulders, and almost instinctively he reaches out before either of them can fully pull away.
He's not sure why; maybe he needs the reassurance that it's alright, that they're still alright, or maybe the utterly ridiculous situation just reminds him of what he had and lost and found again.
But his hands find the backs of Erwin and Hange's heads and holds them close for a moment longer, firm but gentle, making their foreheads rest against his temples in something like a huddle or a hug, or maybe he's just making sure they can't see the color in his cheeks before it starts fading.
It's okay. We're okay.
I love you.It's just a couple seconds, though; then he's letting go as if nothing happened and taking a few determined steps forward; it seems there's no invisible wall stopping him this time.
"Good thinking, four-eyes," he says, glancing back once he thinks his face isn't betraying him too badly anymore.
It's really... a little like it used to be, isn't it? Hange coming up with something that sounds entirely outlandish but is actually fucking smart, Erwin shaping it into something that can realistically be executed and taking the lead.
(And Levi's the weapon in their hands, ready to strike, to be whatever is needed to make it work, and the heart to connect it all together).
(It feels right, and maybe it is.)