[ Fuck. Damn it, fuck, shit - just - how fucking dare he, really. Erwin really knows what to say to make it all hit home, doesn't he? He always has, the bastard, even for something like this. Something that seems so simple but makes his chest ache. The look in Erwin's eyes echoes a longing in his heart, a small, inconsequential wish that they hadn't taken his fucking long to be together. He's never thought any part of the man insufficient, no matter his insecurities and doubts. Erwin has always, always been enough, but that didn't mean Levi was unaware of the struggles he yet carried, like the loss of his arm. Seeing him now, how could he do anything but fling himself into that embrace?
Levi doesn't quite fling, but he doesn't hesitate this time, either, stepping into that awaiting circle. His own arms slip around Erwin's waist, palms pressing to warm skin as he rests his cheek against that broad chest (out of the way of the straps, hopefully, otherwise he might fling the damn thing off after all), and just - sinks into him, feeling his heartbeat. ]
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Levi doesn't quite fling, but he doesn't hesitate this time, either, stepping into that awaiting circle. His own arms slip around Erwin's waist, palms pressing to warm skin as he rests his cheek against that broad chest (out of the way of the straps, hopefully, otherwise he might fling the damn thing off after all), and just - sinks into him, feeling his heartbeat. ]