Boom boom pow, here's another chapter, something something something I'm always tired. I know this chap is shit, but exciting stuff next chapter. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy :)

The night was warm once again.

Eren's shoes clacked on the wooden floor softly, not enough noise to wake up even the lightest sleeper. He looked around the condo. A dresser in the corner, a few books lying on the dining table, a chair here and there. It was clean, no doubt, but it was almost like a barren wasteland. Nothing was out of place, and there was enough space to fit more furniture in easily.

"It's funny not seeing you at night, Levi." Eren whispered, gliding over to the side of the bed. "And sober." His palm rested on his forehead, regretting the events that happened yesterday afternoon. What the hell was he thinking?

His hand went over Levi's mouth, and the aura of lights came out once again. The maroon string danced around with others, making a deformed ball. Once more, Eren plucked it from the pile, tucking it into his sack. "Another meal set." His hand touched Levi's skin just barely, gliding down to his chin. Feeling a little stumble, he smiled.

"You are a man with a great future, but terrible nightmares," Eren cocked his head to the side, middle finger on Levi's lips. "Why?" He whispered pitifully, shocking himself. Nightmares were his lifeline, and Levi had gorgeous ones.

Not that I want it to be fixed. Just a question. Eren thought, stepping back and swooping through the window once again. It's just the first time I've talked to one of my meals. He had to find an excuse for his interest, and a guilt-trip was a good one.

"Eren, you need to go over and apologize."

"For what?"

Armin looked at him, flabbergasted. "For being so rude!"

"To who?"

"Are you shitting me?"

Eren laughed. "Okay, I'm kidding. I'll go by his bank today."

Eren was driving with Armin to a toy store downtown, where Armin could get a specific toy that only the crafter in that store could make. Eren thought it was stupid, but Armin needed to get a present for his cousin, and this was something that they had wanted forever.

Armin sunk back in the car seat, putting both hands on his face stressfully. "What the fuck, Eren, what the fuck!"

"Look, I'm sorry! Tell me when you have business men over at your shop!"

"I didn't expect you to get so drunk!"

"When then don't whip out Laquinitas!" Eren grunted, turning right.

"Okay, I won't." Armin commented back, the two fighting like stubborn pre-teens. "Get Mr. Rivialle something while you are out."

"Like what, a teddy bear?"

"Eren."

"Well fuck you too."

"..." Armin held a fist up in the air, pursing his lips. His face turned red, body shivering, words waiting to fly out. "... Please apologize, and get him flowers or a paper weight or something." The car jutted forward as Eren slammed on the brakes.

"Shit, almost missed it." Eren muttered to himself, pulling into a parking lot for the store Toy Story.

"Eren."

He pulled into a parking spot, looking at the rustic brown building. "Yes?"

"You are avoiding the subject." Armin spoke lowly, glaring at Eren as he exited the Toyota.

Eren looked at Armin as he exited from his side, feeling guilty. "... Sure." He walked up to Armin, pulling him in around his shoulders. "And sorry."

Armin pouted, trying to stay mad at Eren. They had been friends far too long to stay mad at each other. "Say that to Mr. Rivialle."

Eren laughed, letting go and opening the door, a little jiggle going off as they entered. "Will do." He said chirpy, going in what looked like an antique store.

Armin walked off, looking for the crafter. Eren placed his hand on the wooden shelf, a bit of dust getting on the top of his fingers. The shop smelled of lavender, the light blue wallpaper starting to peel off in the corners of the wall. The store had four isles, separating girls' items from the boys'. Dolls were mixed in with trains, newborn toys mixed with toddlers. It all looked like a desperate attempt at being organized that failed miserably.

"Armin, how long are you gonna be?" Eren yelled from the front.

It took a bit for Armin to reply. "A while, you can go out for a bit. I'll text you when I'm done." He said, voice echoing from the back.

"Cool." Eren replied, turning swiftly and leaving the store.

Oscill had a bit of character, something that Eren admired. The streets were narrow and the buildings had not been restored, either abandoned or keeping its rustic value. Shops lined a certain street a block away, called OneStopPopped by the residents. You could find sporting goods, restaurants, antique stores, coffee shops, you name it, it was down that street. Eren remembered a certain place having great chai tea, and decided to go walk to the shop.

The cafe was called Titan, and a couple named Bertholt and Reiner opened it once both of them were out of high school. Armin and them were friends, so there was no serious rivalry between the cafes. Eren went to their cafe for the tea, and Armin's for the lattes.

The door sung a jingle as he opened the door, and Reiner was making an order while Bertholt was at the counter taking orders. The shop was fairly popular, and there was always somebody in the shop.

Bertholt looked up at the customer and caught sight of Eren behind him. His face brightened, but quickly returned to serving the customer formally. Eren snorted, turning and looking around the cafe, which had a similar interior to Armin's.

While waiting in line, there was straw woven baskets holding miscellaneous items that Eren always enjoyed looking at. It ranged from coffee cups to holsters to little trinkets. Searching the pile with his eyes, he looked at the back of a golden coin. Imprinted on it was Wings Will Never Fly With No Ambition.

Never heard of that before. Eren thought, picking up the coin gently. He flipped over the coin. It showed two wings, one white one black, overlapping each other on the golden background. Eren twiddled the coin around in his fingers, grasping and releasing his palm over and over again.

"Eren!" Bertholt said, voice sincere. Reiner looked over after hearing Eren's name and waved, Eren nodding in return.

"Hey Bert, how you doin?"

"Just fine, what brings you up here? You don't come to this part often."

"Had to drop Armin off at a toy store. Why, no fucking clue."

"..."

"What?"

"Nothing, don't worry bout it. What's the order today?"

Eren breathed out quickly. "What I always get." He rolled his eyes, Bertholt letting out a little giggle. Eren's hand started to hover over the counter, releasing something onto the brown surface. "And this coin."

Bertholt picked it up as he typed numbers into the screen. "Do you like it? Reiner found it on this artsy store online. I like the quote on the back personally."

"Never really got the quote."

"Well..." Bertholt paused for a moment, returning the coin to Eren. "Why would something fly if it had no motivation to do so?"

"It wouldn't."

"Exactly." The total appeared on the small screen facing Eren. "Your total is $6.65." Eren handed Bertholt a five and two really crinkled one dollar bills after a bit a scrummaging through his pockets.

"So, why did you get the coin then?"

Eren turned away, going over to the other side where he'd receive his chai and talk to Reiner a little bit. He smiled as he heard Bertholt. "It's a gift."

"Mr. Rivialle, you have somebody waiting for you in the main lobby."

Levi put down the clipboard he was holding, looking over at the intern. "Thank you, I'll be there shortly." He said bluntly, the intern nodding and exiting quickly.

Levi rubbed his temple with his middle finger, blowing up a piece of hair that was in his eye. He glanced at the clipboard once more before getting up.

After I finish this paperwork, I have to figure out the severeness of that landlord's debt, and-

"Levi, you look stressed." A voice mocked behind him, a vein popping out of Levi's forehead.

"A little, Erwin." Levi snarled, turning around to look at him. He propped his hand up on his hip, annoyed. "What about it?"

Erwin smiled briefly. "Nothing, nothing! Just like pickin on ya."

"You should stop."

"Why?"

"I'll let Hanji order some toxic-"

"She's ordered toxic chemicals now?" Erwin said loudly, sighing deeply. "That girl..."

"Is fucking crazy." Levi huffed. "Why stay with her?"

"That's a stupid question."

"How come?" Levi asked seriously. "You don't get anything out of that relationship. If anything, you lose money from having to repair shit all the time."

"... You're kidding me."

"Nope."

Erwin stared at him incredulously. "... Levi, when you fall in love, come back to me. It's not something that can be explained." Erwin pointed behind him. "By the way, there's somebody waiting for you in the lobby."

"I was going over. Who is it?"

"No clue. Brown-haired boy, early twenties. Pretty cute I guess."

"Green eyes?"

"Yeah."

Levi suddenly felt a sinking in his chest. "Kay. See you in a bit."

"See ya." Erwin waved bye as Levi rushed over to the two wooden doors that opened to the main lobby.

Eren whipped his head around at the sudden movement, straightening up his posture. He stood up at the sight of Levi, gulping in nervousness.

Levi walked over calmly despite bursting through the doors, holding out his hand to shake with Eren. "Hello, Eren."

"... Mr. Rivialle." Eren stated as he grasped Levi's hand.

Might as well start, Eren thought. "Sir, I am extremely sorry for my behavior yesterday at Legout. I was under the influence and by no means meant any disrespect to you or your company. It will not happen again."

Levi stayed still as he heard Eren speak, nodding as Eren stopped. "It's fine. Already forgiven."

Eren's mood lightened, staring at Levi surprised. "Well that was easy."

"What?"

"Wha?"

"Huh?"

"Hmm?"

"Sir."

Eren laughed lightly, putting his fist to his mouth as a smile crept onto his face. Levi looked at this, suddenly feeling lighter too. "Just playing with you."

Levi looked at Eren like he was stupid. Eren laughed again.

"You know, even if I'm sorry about my actions, I still do mean what I said. About you, that is." Eren smirked, Levi realizing what he wrote on the napkin and glared at Eren.

"Got it."

Eren shrugged off the glare. "It was worth a shot!" He said gleefully, shoving his right hand down into his pocket. He pulled out the golden coin, presenting it to Levi on his palm. "This is for you. Second part of my apology." He commented, Levi carefully picking it up. He looked at the coin, staring at both sides intently.

Since Levi didn't say anything, Eren took that as his cue. "I know you're a busy man, I'll leave ya alone." He bowed, Levi returning his attention to Eren. He turned, about to open the door to exit.

"Eren."

Eren stopped suddenly, heart thumping wildly. "Yes?"

"... Nothing. Goodbye."

His chest sunk, nodding. "Goodbye, sir." Why was he disappointed?

He sighed, putting his hands in his pockets as he crossed the street, looking for his keys. His butt vibrated from his phone as he did so, making the 'you've got mail' ringtone go off. Annoyed, he whipped his phone out of his pocket. "Mikasa, I swear to god-"

You're a fucking brat, know that?

He looked at the contact. Levi.

Eren smiled wider than a chester cat.

"Hey, Mikasa." Eren yelled, just opening the front door of the house. "Mikasa!" He dropped his bag in the living room, taking note of Mikasa sleeping on the couch. Eren got quiet, smiling as he picked up her shoes and put them near the door. He knew how hard she worked, and didn't know how she was able to do everything she did.

"Mikasa." He whispered in her ear, her eyes flickering open. She glossily looked at Eren, who was holding onto her shoulder.

"Hmm?"

"Do you want me to order takeout?"

Mikasa rubbed her eyes, waving him off. "No, no, I can cook. It's cheaper that way."

Eren rolled his eyes. "We are by no means broke."

"But every penny is worth something."

"Frugal."

"Wasteful." Mikasa smiled, rubbing Eren's hair playfully. "Classic Eren."

"You trying to say something?" Eren said through his smile, both bursting out in laughter.

Mikasa walked over to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room. "I'll get started." She opened the refrigerator door, Eren silent behind him.

"... Mikasa."

"Yeah?"

"What if I never told you things?"

"Like what?"

"Like if I never told you I was a dream thief."

"I'd find out."

"And then what would you do?"

"..." She thought about it, pulling out a cutting board. "If I never knew, and just found out, I'd probably be disgusted."

A shiver ran down his spine.

"... That's only because I hate liars and people who hide things like that. But it's irrelevant, I know and don't really care about it." She started to chop up some carrots.

Eren felt saliva building up in his mouth. He swallowed. "... Can I be selfish?"

"What?" She asked, putting down the knife and looking over at him. "You're already pretty selfish."

"Haha." He said dully, leaving the kitchen area and going up the stairs to his room. Mikasa couldn't say anything before he left. He pounded the door open, flopping onto his bed.

His hands were in his face, tears welling up in his eyes. He already knew the answer to his question. Eren just didn't want to admit it.