"So." He repeated, putting it right back into Levi's hands. Erwin moved to sit down on the edge of Levi's bed, swallowing once as he did so. He stretched, marveling at the fact that he could do that still. "Sit with me, Levi. I feel we have a few things to discuss." He kept his language formal, familiar.
As far as he knew, Levi had never been close to anyone before. How much had he done? Erwin suspected nothing. Not a kiss, certainly not a hand hold, nothing like that. He had thought perhaps with Petra eventually, but Erwin doubted it, not while they were on active missions like they were. Erwin himself could count the number of kisses he'd hand on one hand. Most with Marie (three of those), but there had been two with Hange because they had been curious, as had Erwin. Nothing more than that on his end, because Erwin was a gentleman.