Levi just wanted some late-night tea. Now, he stood outside the double doors to the barracks' kitchen, hesitant to go inside.

Why, you ask? Because someone was in there crying their eyes out.

Shaking and sobbing with a hand slapped over your mouth as if that will silence the heart-wrenching wails tugging at Levi's sensitive heartstrings. They were crumbling with each cry that reached his ears, shaking the strings, although his face remained stoic, the same as ever.

The captain let out a resigned sigh. He was not in the mood to offer comfort, but he really wanted his tea. A sacrifice must be made.

He flung the doors open and swiftly walked inside, his boots clicking on the wood. He glanced over to you, and his eyes narrowed at the pitiful sight.

"Don't let me bother you," he said. He walked over to where they kept the kettle and tea cups. "If crying will help, then keep doing that. Better to let it out than bottle it up inside if you know it'll explode later on."