A/N I wish to be as fast updating the next chapters as I was with this one; I hope you enjoy this!

He was pleasantly surprised, usually his sessions happened in white rooms, stinking of sanitiser but this one was different, it had couches, furniture with books, a secretary with a laptop on it, it even had a rug and some pictures hanging. Really nice. Full of items he could smash someone's head with. No. no don't do this I just got here.

He looked back at Armin, who gave him a reassuring smile "Eren, this is Dr. Ackerman, he will be your new psychiatrist from now on!"

Eren's eyes stopped roaming the room, Ackerman, that was a nice name, it peaked his interest, Mikasa was also Ackerman and she was nice. Flashes of a disappointed face burned on the back of his brain, but he buried those quickly. He looked at the man who was supposed to be his new doctor.

Slightly shorter than him and older no doubt, he should smile, it was polite to smile, but he couldn't bring his lips to even twitch.

"Thank you Dr. Arlert" Armin nodded and turned to the boy, taking his hands "Eren please be good, I'll come back to pick you up in a little while ok? Dr. Ackerman will call me if anything goes wrong, alright?" Armin didn't wait for an answer before saying goodbye and walking out, closing the door behind him.

Levi cleared his throat "Hello Eren, would you like to take a seat?" he had already guessed the boy was of few words so a lack of response did not surprise him, he didn't press the other, he just watched as the brunette tore his gaze away from him and went back to studying the room.

Levi was proud of his office, his personalised space proved his value and how long he had been there, 6 Years working as one of the most renown doctors in Germany. Having the boy study the room was some sort of recognition of that, not that he didn't expect him not to be surprised at his office, after all, it was completely different than the rest of the hospital.

Eren finally moved from his place, he touched some books reading their titles, feeling their spine beneath his fingers Calm down, I must be good he sighed and forced himself to go sit on the empty leather couch "Hello" he mumbled, not looking that the doctor.

The younger boy brought both knees to his chest, Levi's brain twitched in irritation as he noted those shoes upon his leather couch, but his face showed nothing of it. The doctor brushed said annoyance away as he studied Eren, the boy was thin and although he was a bit taller than Levi he looked small and frail. He had remarkable eyes and Levi was sure they certainly would look even more impressive if they weren't cast in shadow, empty of emotion.

"Eren would you like telling me about yourself?" he asked, voice low yet soft hoping that sounding gentle would put the boy at ease. Even stirred slightly but stilled again, the only movement to be noted was the rhythmic change to his white clothes as the boy breathed. The silence would drag for nearly 5 minutes before the green eyed patient opened his mouth.

"I am 15, I like drawing and reading" Levi noted the way Eren's eyes flicked for a second towards his book "I like Armin and Mikasa, I like my dog Titan and… why aren't you writing anything down?" Levi's left eyebrow raised slightly with surprise at the amount of spite and suspicion in that question, it sounded more like Are you going to hit me? or Are you going to make fun of me?

"Should I be taking notes during a casual conversation?" Eren still wouldn't meet his gaze even after questioning "does it bother you that I am not writing anything down?"

"Yes!" The boy stood up and walked towards the door, placing a hand on the handle, Levi did not move still observing, noting the way the boy's left leg shook in a clear sign of discomfort and anxiety. Eren slowly retrieved from the door and looked at the couch What was I doing just now? he groaned and went back to sit down once again pulling his knees to his chest "You're a doctor, all doctors write down stuff when they talk to me..Even Armin.. so why aren't you writing? why are you looking at me?"

Levi picked up his notebook and a pen and placed them in front of Eren, on the little coffee table between them "How about you try writing down while we talk? Maybe you'll feel like I do about writing whilst talking to someone," he said softly "Or Maybe it will even help you relax, I personally do not like writing when talking." he offered, watching the boy who had his eyes glued to the paper and pen.

For the first time those beautiful big eyes turned to him, looking at him straight in the eye and Levi could almost swear that if he had a soul then Eren would be looking at it.

A hand reached for the notebook on the table, the same hand touched the paper feeling its smoothness. Eren took the pen and rested the items on his lap, looking up at Levi again "Okay.."

A small victory in such a short amount of time? maybe this wouldn't be so bad

"So Eren would you like telling me more about yourself? You said you liked drawing and reading?" he pressed sounding genuinely curious, the target of his questions had made himself busy writing down something "I used to draw a lot, I wanted to pursue art, majoring in art would have been my plan" he said while doing what it seemed to be like scribbling random shapes "I don't have any particular favourite book or author, I like all kinds of book as long as they are well written… the last book I read was Blindness by Saramago."

The first thought that came to Levi's mind was about how unexpectedly articulate Eren was, he spoke his thoughts clearly even if he sounded devoid of emotions and uninterested "Very nice, I only watched the movie, I'm sure the book is interesting as well," he hummed resting his head on a hand "Not very common to find a boy that reads nowadays" he noted how Eren looked clearly uncomfortable after Levi spoke, was it the way he addressed the boy casually?

"U-Uh, yeah… the book is good.." he mumbled, looking uneasy at Levi "Do you read too?" Levi's snorted and regretted doing so seeing how it startled Eren, but he omitted said regret from his face "What do you think these books are here for? Decoration? "

Eren blushed oh? unexpected "I-I'm sorry, yes, that's obvious…" he said, embarassed and scratching his head while looking at the books on the shelves.

"You said you used to want to pursue Art, not anymore?" the hand that was busy scribbling halted, it was still for a bit before regaining its movements, this time in what seemed to be straight lines.

"I can't" the tone in Eren's voice rang an alarm in the psychiatrist's mind, he watched the boy carefully, "I wanted to b-but I can't. I can't.." Even placed the notebook in the little wood table along with the pen "I can't, I can't" the boy rubbed his eyes as if trying to avoid tears from spilling, he stopped taking in a big breath "W-why won't you let me go? I'm stuck here night and day and I don't know why!" he said, voice heavy with sadness and confusion "I haven't done anything I'm normal!"

Levi knew he should relax his body, he remembered that Eren's files had annotations on how the boy reacted badly when he saw that people were tense around him or made certain expressions "Tell me Eren, do you know why I am your new Psychiatrist?" he asked, forcing himself to sit back and cross his legs, as if the person in front of him wasn't one the verge of breaking down.

Eren's gaze dropped and he picked up the notebook again, resuming his scribbling, not commenting on how Levi had not answered his question Just a talk this is just a talk

"Dr Petra was nice" He began "but she said I wasn't that nice, she started talking about how she didn't understand why didn't the medication she gave me wasn't helping me sleep she suspected I was lying to her! Why would I lie?" he asked, anger making his way to his voice, "I …I grabbed her and that was it, she sent me away like everyone else does!" a particularly angry stroke on the notebook.

"Why did she accuse you of lying specifically?" Eren laughed, a soft sound, way too soft for the conversation's theme "I told her that they were not helping me sleep, I told her I still heard him and she didn't believe me! I knew some pills wouldn't make anyone go away." This didn't strike Levi as the identity disorder Even had been labeled with, only schizophrenia seemed to fall into place, Even was too aware of the voice he heard as not being his own by the way he spoke of it.

And then he felt a cold shiver at the boy's words "She looked so scared" scribbling, writing "I'm sure she couldn't breathe" the little life in Eren's eyes was completely gone "I pressed so hard." he mumbled while writing more things down. Levi's eyes narrowed, the picture's of Petra's heavily bruised neck present on his memory, the way her she had to write down to communicate with him when he went to visit her at the hospital because she could not speak.

Even was transfixed in the paper beneath him stopping his scribbling when he noted that his hands were shaking, two droplets fell on the hand that was holding the pen, he was crying. Closing his eyes and stifling a sob he tried to recall good things You're disgusting look at you crying, are you a baby? he knew this was true Maybe you need to get hurt Eren, maybe you wouldn't be such a piece of sh- Warmth, there was warmth he opened his eyes and saw a hand over his, it was warm, strong yet elegant.

"It's okay Eren" soft, so soft he looked up, eyes meeting grey ones, he swallowed a sob and nodded "I'll be making some changed to your medication, would you like that?" Levi's voice was like a warm hug, it hadn't felt like that before, but now the teenager was caught in it "I need you to tell me more about how you can't sleep and that other person"

He nodded

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Armin said goodbye to Eren and watched the boy make himself comfortable in his bed, the boy was quiet but different than usual. Locking the door, he made his way to the pharmacy to pick up Eren's new medication. They would be making a slow transition as Levi had ordered. By the way that the older man had spoken about the session, he could conclude that it had gone well. When he had gone for the boy he had felt quite alarmed noting that Eren's eyes were puffed and red from crying, but after quickly inspecting the other doctor he had concluded that the only harm done had been to Levi's tissue box.

He had known Even for a while, He had been his neighbours for a while before everything happened, he and Mister Jaeger used to speak in the mornings before he'd drive to college. The memory of Mikasa hitting frantically at his door, holding and unconscious Eren was still fresh in his memory even though it had already been 6 months since that fateful night.

The hospital was quiet at this time of the day, it was nearly 6pm and most patients were already in their chambers. He greeted Annie, who was walking by with Bertolt, she encouraged the patient to greet Armin and so he did. The blond smiled at them while waving goodbye, he admired Annie, she was great with patients. Always careful and gentle with them, it almost seemed as though she had a second personality reserved for them, radically different from when she interacted with other people.

He was quick in finishing his chores, picking up Eren's medication, visiting a few more patients to make sure they were either taking their medication or just to check on their well being. He liked working here, he had been incredibly lucky being scouted by Hanji immediately after finishing college. He worked only as an assistant but he didn't mind, he didn't think he had the stomach to face some patients that were a bit more hard to deal with, in fact Eren was probably one of the few heavy cases he interacted with.

Marco was another one of those cases, he opened the door and greeted the 19 year old. The boy had awoken one day screaming about how he had been cut in half, the hallucinations had grown worse and all about the mutilation of his body, until the day the teenager tried to kill himself and his parents decided it was time to get him checked in. He seemed in a good mood today, he had been stabilising nicely and Armin was sure that a few more months of therapy and he would be able to return home under careful supervision.

When walking out of Marco's room Armin noted a pill contained on the floor, he read the medication's name and his eyes furrowed, this shouldn't be here… Not near Marco at least. He hummed to himself studying the container, it was empty so it could have been dropped by accident. Or so he hoped.

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A hand swiftly took note of the day's happenings, its owner reread files while humming a tune. He went over schedules, took note of the nearing reunions with the mental facility's director and with other doctors. He liked leaving everything organised before going home.

He started packing his laptop and other belongings, the action coming to a halt when his hand hovered over a notebook.

Picking it up, he could feel a tug at his lips.

This one likes to talk a lot.

Dr. Ackerman seems nice.

Amongst other written things and random scribbles.