[ Eren already knows there's no doing that, no sorting through it, no working it out. There never can be. There never was, never will be.
But he takes a breath anyway. Levi's hand is still here on his face and the world is out there.
Was there ever a chance it could have been this? Eren and Levi against the world? He wishes. But Levi would never in a million lifetimes see this Eren's way. Levi cares too much.
Eren loves that about him, though. That's why this is supposed to hurt. But he stays here, just…breathing. ]
Okay, Captain.
[ Let them have this: Levi's knuckles against his face (they could be harsh or soft and he'd take it all the same), Eren turning into his touch again like he can't bear to do anything else, one of Eren's hands grasped in the fabric of Levi's jacket (not like his regular uniform, something different, more formal, too bad Eren's messing it up like he messes everything up). ]
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But he takes a breath anyway. Levi's hand is still here on his face and the world is out there.
Was there ever a chance it could have been this? Eren and Levi against the world? He wishes. But Levi would never in a million lifetimes see this Eren's way. Levi cares too much.
Eren loves that about him, though. That's why this is supposed to hurt. But he stays here, just…breathing. ]
Okay, Captain.
[ Let them have this: Levi's knuckles against his face (they could be harsh or soft and he'd take it all the same), Eren turning into his touch again like he can't bear to do anything else, one of Eren's hands grasped in the fabric of Levi's jacket (not like his regular uniform, something different, more formal, too bad Eren's messing it up like he messes everything up). ]
We can't stay here though.
[ We, this time. Not I. ]