Hanji was very worried for Levi, he was her best friend after all. She watched as he slowly fell apart. The others couldn't see past his facade, but Hanji knew better. Everyone else wrote it off as Levi being his usual cold self.

If only they knew.

If only she could help Levi.

He didn't talk to her about his problems. He didn't talk to anyone. He was more quiet, more distant. Hell, he didn't even insult her hardly anymore.

And that worried her.

His work became sloppy, and he always spaced out. A dull look crossed his face, as if he had lost hope.

"Levi, why not take a few days off," Hanji approached him from behind. She took a mental note of the bags that began to form beneath his eyes.

He opened his mouth to protest, but she raised her hand to stop him, "I'm not giving you a choice. Go home and get some sleep. Tell your babysitter to stay until Petra gets home. I'll let old man Pixis know."

Reluctantly, Levi nodded and he left.