No part of Levi could ever be ugly. The scars are simply part of him now, and while Erwin might mourn the sacrifices that he had to make, that their fight took pieces of all of them, he could never flinch away from them, find them too difficult to look at. His eyes are closed merely to also bask in the sensation of this closeness, so dear and precious.

But he does open them just enough to see that soft, awed expression. It's because of the ease with which Levi had given him that kiss that Erwin had nearly just kissed him back with similar ease, but - this...what he's really been thinking...seems like a step farther that at least requires permission.

Maybe he is making it too dramatic.

But that's how he is sometimes, isn't it?

And shouldn't this be something...important?

Erwin isn't sure if he hears reluctance in Levi's voice. But just in case...the kiss starts off as a gentle press of lips to Levi's forehead, then to the bridge of his nose, mimicking the one he'd received moments ago, then to the tip. He leaves a handful of heartbeats between each one, giving Levi the chance to change his mind.

...but in the event that he doesn't, Erwin will pull him a little closer, heart thumping a little harder, and tilt his head to leave the softest, tender kiss on his lips, almost chaste.