Opening a business sounds so...large, put like that. But it can't be that difficult, he supposes, if several other people have done it already, and Erwin seems hot to do much of the nitty gritty legwork that Levi would probably find tedious.
The touch is reassuring, and Levi finds his gaze softening as he looks over at him. Husband. The word bounces around in his brain like music in an empty hall. It's been many months by now, and the word still feels strange and new, but in a good way. It's not something he ever imagined wanting, ever imagined, period. But now that they have it, especially knowing what fate awaits them in their own world, he'll hold onto it, hold onto Erwin as fiercely as he can.
Something good. Of course they had believed that what they'd been doing was for the good of humanity, even if their individual actions could be questionable. So little was truly good in their world, or at least it so often seemed that way. Erwin believed in his convictions, would die for them, inevitably. Freedom for humanity, but for Levi it had always been freedom from fear, from scarcity. To make it possible for people to live dignified lives without the constant trauma of loss or threat of starvation, or to be forced to live under the earth away from the sun. They could find their joy, simple though it may be, in their passions and their loved ones and never have to worry again.
Something like peace. It's been relatively peaceful here, even if he's been waiting for Vaeros' other shoe to drop.
Yet it shouldn't be the reason to not take their own peace and joy while they have it.
The kettle whistles, and Levi moves it away from the burner, opening the spout to let the steam waft up a moment or two before pouring it over the strainers in their cups.
"Yeah," he says softly, watching the water slowly deepen in color. "It would be good."
He gives Erwin a brief sidelong glance a moment later. "I'm not making any of your weird coffee abominations."
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The touch is reassuring, and Levi finds his gaze softening as he looks over at him. Husband. The word bounces around in his brain like music in an empty hall. It's been many months by now, and the word still feels strange and new, but in a good way. It's not something he ever imagined wanting, ever imagined, period. But now that they have it, especially knowing what fate awaits them in their own world, he'll hold onto it, hold onto Erwin as fiercely as he can.
Something good. Of course they had believed that what they'd been doing was for the good of humanity, even if their individual actions could be questionable. So little was truly good in their world, or at least it so often seemed that way. Erwin believed in his convictions, would die for them, inevitably. Freedom for humanity, but for Levi it had always been freedom from fear, from scarcity. To make it possible for people to live dignified lives without the constant trauma of loss or threat of starvation, or to be forced to live under the earth away from the sun. They could find their joy, simple though it may be, in their passions and their loved ones and never have to worry again.
Something like peace. It's been relatively peaceful here, even if he's been waiting for Vaeros' other shoe to drop.
Yet it shouldn't be the reason to not take their own peace and joy while they have it.
The kettle whistles, and Levi moves it away from the burner, opening the spout to let the steam waft up a moment or two before pouring it over the strainers in their cups.
"Yeah," he says softly, watching the water slowly deepen in color. "It would be good."
He gives Erwin a brief sidelong glance a moment later. "I'm not making any of your weird coffee abominations."