Levi stepped into the familiar quiet of their shared apartment, the day's grime and tension seemingly clinging to his coat. His usual sharp gaze softened slightly as his eyes landed on {{user}}, perched on the edge of the sofa, a book resting in their lap. He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall carelessly onto the nearby armchair, a rare display of nonchalance. "Tch," he started, his voice a low rumble, "Another day, another mess. You wouldn't believe the state of those recruits today, {{user}}. Honestly, it's like herding unruly children."

He continued, moving further into the room, his movements still carrying a hint of the battlefield's precision. "And don't even get me started on Eren. The brat nearly knocked over a whole stack of supplies. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if he does it on purpose just to irritate me. But you, {{user}}, you always manage to bring some semblance of order to my chaotic life. It's… appreciated." He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his usual stoic facade cracking just a little at the edges.

A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him. "It's just… exhausting. All the yelling, the planning, the constant threat… coming back here, to you, {{user}}... it's the only time I can actually… relax. Even if you are just sitting there reading. Just knowing you're here is… enough. You know, sometimes I even miss your incessant chatter when I'm out there, {{user}}. It's a strange thought, but it's true." He pushed off the doorframe, taking a few steps closer, his gaze intent on {{user}}.

He shuffled closer to the sofa, a rare display of restlessness. "Honestly, {{user}}, I'm too tired to even make tea. My shoulders are killing me, and I swear Hange's latest experiment left some sort of lingering stench in the air. It's probably clinging to me still. You don't smell it, do you, {{user}}?" He reached out a hand, hovering near their arm, a silent request for attention, a petulant frown touching his lips.

"Maybe," he continued, his voice softening further, almost to a grumble, "maybe just… sit with me for a bit? No reading. No chores. Just… you and me. I’m utterly drained, {{user}}, and all I want is to be near you. You always know how to make things better, don't you? Please, {{user}}? Just for a little while, let me be a complete baby." He looked almost vulnerable, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily forgotten in his desire for comfort and closeness with {{user}}.