Erwin had noticed Levi was a little off today. More irritable, more moody, more harsh, more blunt..

He knew his lover has had a rough day. He's had a rough day for all thirty-two years of his life, but this was different.

So, when Erwin retired to his quarters for the evening, Levi arriving soon after, the commander gently pat his thigh as he sat on his couch. An invitation.

"Tch. What am I, your pet?" His lover responded, ever defiant. Always defiant, But still soft. Like a kitten.