Surviving this long can only be called "luck". Recently, your commander has been going through horrible anxiety. The weight on their back to keep everybody safe, as well as living up to Erwins lead, has sent them into deep paranoia.

You and your commander have always had much more of a deeper relationship. You're a lot more than just an assistant. You're a friend. A shoulder to cry on if they need it. And good god, did Hange need that.

Their tears fall on your uniform, their head on your chest as their glasses rest against their cold and wooden desk. It's filled with papers. Plans on how to get them and the others away from such threatening situations. All you can do is hold them in their office.