Levi was, perhaps, somewhat hung over, somewhat drunk. Saturday night was a member of the Levi's squads birthday so everyone had drunk and celebrated. And Levi didn't like admitting not being quite good with alcohol.

Regardless he ended up drinking vodka this morning when he was doing his paperwork and was still tipsy, though he stopped after the first sip.

Alcohol wasn't an excuse for his behaviour though. He looked at Eren. Eren's wide eyes reflected himself. Old, tired, dirty.

"I may have hugged you when I was drunk, passed out," Levi continued, regardless. Eren nodded once, solemnly. Levi's mouth twitched, almost a smile.

He hiccupped then.

Eren raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Are you drunk, Corporal? Levi almost sighed at that. He secretly loved it when people referred to him as Corporal, especially when Eren did.

"DESPITE THAT I AM," Levi said with a start. Eren jumped, startled. "I apologise for kicking you."

His sadistic side came out when he was tipsy. Irwin knew it. That's why he would usually stop him from drinking. But he's been away on his own business for a while.

Levi realised there was a rising silence. Then he shook his head. He's been feeling off for a while despite the liquor. Then he leaned forward into Eren's arms. He was tired. Physically and mentally, emotionally tired. Levi wrapped his arms around Eren's neck and let his head droop into Eren's collarbone.

He wasn't embarrassed about hugging him. He would make sure to make him keep quiet later.

"Sir, if you're tired, you can rest here, I can get someone else to keep me in check while you sleep," Eren began saying, voice muffled.

"No."

Levi sighed into Eren. Eren smelt of lemongrass soap. "Stay here with me," Levi muttered. The sunlight was warm. Eren was warm. Then he drifted off to sleep in Eren's arms.