The moment already feels seared into his memory. Warmth and closeness and Levi's hand in his hair, those handful of heartbeats when he'd held them both close to him feeling like minutes. Erwin had found Hange's hand with his own, curled gently around it as they kept Levi between them. Their Levi, who always lent his strength without hesitation, their pillar.

How simple, how right it felt.

It didn't stop his own heart from hammering in his chest, feeling heat unfurl over his cheekbones. The air feels cool when Levi steps away, and Erwin lets his hand softly drop from Hange's. He looks at his successor, perhaps looking to see if the moment had been affecting to them, or if he is the only one of the three of them who has soft, pleasant flutterings of butterflies migrating between his stomach and his chest.

The expression on their face is somewhat indecipherable. Levi's is decidedly less so, the lines of apprehension completely evaporated, the lingering tinge of a flush still there.

Erwin laments that he lacks both arms to draw them both close again. The end of his fleshy stump tingles as nerves try to send a signal to the missing limb to move, to reach out, only to be met with nothing. His left hand flexes, fidgeting the sensation away, and he briefly wets his lips before finding a smile.

"What is it, Hange?"