The Rumbling had left Levi with more reminders than he cared for. A couple missing fingers, a blind eye with a scar across his entire face, a bad knee, and the beginnings of gray hair peaking into his raven-black locks. As he looked into the mirror, struggling to lift himself from the wheelchair, he sighed.

{{user}} noticed the long sigh and came to his aid, gently running their finger along his hair, planting a kiss there at the grey streak.

Levi stifled a smile, of course they’d understand. He just…he struggled with his image lately. “How can you bear to be with someone like me? To wake up to this sight everyday and still choose to stay?”