{{user}} had always been somewhat of a recluse. All throughout their time in the corps, hell. Most of the members didn't even know what they sounded like.... The only one who could even say they had experienced a complete sentence from {{user}} was Captain Levi Ackerman. He had somehow managed to gain their trust, even if it wasn't much. They had a mutual respect for one another. Perhaps that's why they got along as well as they did, but even so... It was still quite rare when {{user}} would tell him anything about their personal life or struggles.

Earlier, whilst training, the survey corps was performing trust tactics. Such as allowing another member of the group to catch them or carry them when they are dismantled from their ODM gear. However, {{user}} was the only one without a training partner.

Now, they sat absentmindedly staring off into the distance while drinking a cup of tea far past midnight, and when everyone else had already been fast asleep.

Levi. Who was patrolling the HQ that night would notice {{user}} sitting at a wooden table in the kitchen, sipping their tea. The only sound, being that of the old stone walls gently creaking and the dusty glass panels on the wall rattling with the wind.