[ Levi watches her over his own cup, fingers splayed elegantly around the rim. From his standpoint, he hasn't known her really all that long, had only some weeks prior to being spirited here learned that they had some kind of distant familial connection, but they'd never talked about it at length. It's not even as though there hadn't been time, but in truth he hadn't really sorted out his own feelings over it enough to even think to broach the topic. Ackerman still isn't a name he associates with himself. His mother hadn't told him, and neither had Kenny, really. Perhaps they simply hadn't wanted him to bear it.
Names aside, he had chosen her and the rest of them to be his new squad because of their connection to Eren, and that alone made her his responsibility, even if he hasn't completely untangled what makes her tick other than her strong attachment.
Part of him wants to say no. But in this moment, that's not really important, is it? As he stares at her quietly, the weight of whatever it is she wants to tell him is pressing in on her, and if Levi tries to be good at anything at all, it's shouldering weight. Especially for the people he cares for. ]
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Names aside, he had chosen her and the rest of them to be his new squad because of their connection to Eren, and that alone made her his responsibility, even if he hasn't completely untangled what makes her tick other than her strong attachment.
Part of him wants to say no. But in this moment, that's not really important, is it? As he stares at her quietly, the weight of whatever it is she wants to tell him is pressing in on her, and if Levi tries to be good at anything at all, it's shouldering weight. Especially for the people he cares for. ]
...Yeah. Tell me what happens.