The room was quiet. A silence of the comfortable sort, as Levi watched the tiny hands of the clock strike each tick mark.

It's funny how the world works.

He knew (Y/n) was just putting up a facade in a vain attempt to calm his mind, yet he felt as if there was the slightest end of genuine concern in her mannerisms of dealing with him.

How sad was it that one person cannot show a little bit of kindness to him without him being immediately clingy? Perhaps that's the reason that all along he never would let anyone get close to him, afraid to drag them down with him. And someone like her don't deserve to be dragged down by scum like him.

"Mr. Ackerman?"

Levi didn't respond, he only nodded once.

"I am Erwin Smith, and I would like to get a statement from you, about today's events."

That name... Erwin? The face he thought jogged his memory earlier. Could?

Turning to face him, Levi's eyes held traces of confusion, hatred, and somehow... hope.

"You bastard."

His voice was calm, but his tone was solid and infuriated.

Erwin exhaled heavily, placing his fingers in the loops of his slacks. With a large hand running through his once neat, golden tresses, Erwin looked anywheres but Levi.

"Is that anyway to great an old pal?"

A/n
*fails at making a shitty excuse for no updates and even when I do it's this tiny shit of a chapter*