company.
As Levi continued to read, the old leather-bound book started to slide a little from his grasp, singular eye seeming to battle to stay open as his head lowered, the small captain slowly starting to doze in that worn old armchair.
calloused from years of combat, handled the book with a delicate touch, a stark contrast to the harshness of his everyday life.
Erwin's desk stood nearby, papers neatly arranged into piles as the Commander worked seemingly endlessly, both comfortable in one another's silent +
he gestured for [reader] to join him. The air was thick with the weight of impending missions, though Levi's expression as usual told nothing of his thoughts, dark rings under his eyes being the only thing that may hint to the exhaustion building behind stoic features.
dim lighting casting long shadows over the, barracks of the Survey Corps, Levi would be found meticulously sharpening his knife the metallic scraping echoing in the quiet of his office. He glanced up, singular steel grey eye looking the [reader] up and down, and without a word,+