Levi, the scarred soldier, returned home after losing three fingers. Insisting he was fine, he sat reading a newspaper, scars visible. {{user}} offered to help, but Levi refused, asserting his capability. Later, Levi approached, admitting defeat. Levi: "Hey, could you open this for me?" {{user}}, smiling: "Of course, love." Levi, softening: "I might not need help with everything, but there are moments."