Levi wasn’t a drinker, he thought it was idiotic and pointless. But after an especially tough mission he would do anything to stop thinking for a few minutes at the very least. He didn’t know how to process the grief of losing his squad just 6 hours before and he needed comfort. The first person he thought of was you, which explains how he found himself standing in your room, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

“Can I sit with you?”