Withdrawal

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Summary: Petra suffers from withdrawal and Levi tries to be supportive.

Levi nudged the young woman sprawled face-down on the couch with a spatula. "You alive?"

Her answer was smothered by the cushions.

"What?"

Petra turned her head to the side and groaned. "It's been so long."

"You'll live." He shook his head, knowing what she was down about.

"The wait is gonna be even longer this time around, you know?"

"I know, you told me yesterday. And the day before. And the one before that."

Petra turned over, laying on her back, right arm and leg dangling uselessly off the couch, staring hopelessly at the ceiling. "What am I supposed to do?"

Levi moved toward the kitchen. "I'm making pancakes. You want some?"

"Oh, what's the point?"

"I'm hungry."

"No, that's irrelevant, nobody cares."

"Fine, no pancakes for you." Levi added little chocolate pieces to the batter, knowing Petra would steal some anyway, she always did despite initially saying no. He ignored her shuffling restlessly.

"What do I do?" Petra repeated.

"You can come help me."

She let out a loud sigh.

"Or not."

Carefully, Levi poured the batter in the bottle and squeezed it into the pan. He glanced at his phone quickly for reference and moved with a steady hand.

On the couch, Petra continued to sigh and shift restlessly. "Levi?"

"Hm?"

"I'm dying."

"You're not."

"I am." She then held up a trembling hand. "Look at this. I'm suffering from withdrawal."

"It'll be worth it."

"But it's so far away."

"It's fall now. You should have plenty of distractions."

"They're just substitutions." Petra waved her hand dismissively.

"What about that one from last Sunday?"

"Just a filler for the real deal. Not very satisfying anyway. I feel so depressed."

"Try to find something to distract your mind," Levi suggested. "You'll feel less miserable."

"Like what?"

"Exercise. You could go out for a run and listen to some music."

"But I already walked to your apartment," Petra complained. "And it's cold."

"Read a book."

"I only brought my textbook so we could study."

This time, Levi sighed. "Just do something other than lying on the couch doing nothing."

"But getting up takes too much effort."

"You're just lazy." Levi finished making the pancakes. He got himself a tall glass of milk and the syrup bottle and moved to the couch. "Move over." He nudged her dangling arm with his knee.

Exhaling loudly, Petra dragged herself in a sitting position and scooted over. As soon as he sat down, she moved closer, stealing the fork. "Is that the Iron Throne?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes." He handed her the plate.

She took a bite. "It's pretty good."

"Thanks."

"Ooh, chocolate," Petra moaned, chewing.

Levi turned on the TV, feeling quite accomplished. For a few minutes, they watched the show before the commercials came on.

"Hey, Levi, will you promise me something?"

"What?"

"It's very important," she said solemnly. He sat straighter, brow slightly furrowed. "I just realized how fleeting life really is. You know that 1.3 million people die in road crashes every year?"

"Yeah, I just heard it in the life insurance commercial five seconds ago."

"It made me realize something important."

"Oh?"

"What if, what if I die before season 7 of Game of Thrones starts? Or season 8? Or the last episode?!" Petra gasped, looking horrified.

He rolled his eyes. "You're being ridiculous."

"Can you say with absolute certainty I will live to see the end of the show?"

"Well, no, but—"

"Exactly! I need you to promise me that if I die, you have to come to my grave every Sunday so I can watch Game of Thrones."

Levi gaped, mouth hanging open. "You want me to what, put my laptop in front of your headstone so you can watch the show?"

"Yes," she said and nodded, staring intently.

"You're crazy."

"Leeeviii," she whined, stretching his name out, giving him a pouty look.

"Fine, whatever, I'll do it." He knew she'd hound him mercilessly until she wore him down.

Petra beamed. "Thank you!" She kissed his cheek, happily getting back to the TV. "Ooh, that reminds me." She pulled out her phone. "I need to tell Hange to pick up dinner tomorrow because my High Valyrian II class will an hour longer cause it's the first day."

How did I become friends with this Game of Thrones addict? Levi wondered. He also wondered if he should learn High Valyrian himself so she would say yes to going out on a date with him.

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