Turns out, poetry has become a good way to ease him into that mood. Snuggled together, Erwin's deep, lovely voice rumbling through expertly crafted words...it just really does it for him sometimes (often).

There's such tenderness in that touch...Levi appreciates the gentle cleaning of his face (which he'll have to wash more thoroughly again), easily leaning his cheek into Erwin's large palm as he just gazes up at him softly, a hundred different things in his eyes, but every one of them something of love and admiration. He knows Erwin doesn't see how gorgeous he is, which seems insane (even though Levi doesn't seem to think much of himself, either). But that just means it's up to him to show him...tell him.

He takes the offered hand, carefully shifting to his feet on the slick floor. Ironically, his first thought is to pull him in for a kiss - but his mouth is filthy now, so that can't happen until he's rinsed and cleaned it thoroughly. So Levi instead just runs his hands up Erwin's chest like he's memorizing every inch of him (again, again), sliding until they're on his shoulders and he can pull them both in to just briefly touch their foreheads together.

"Have to finish cleaning up," he mutters, just above the spray. "And then I want to kiss you until I can't breathe."