[ it's a look he's seen one too many times to be cowed by, had he ever been the sort of man that could be cowed. if anything, it evokes a sort of fondness in him, a familiarity that he's grateful for. those basic needs aside, sentiment has always served to remind Erwin of how irrevocably human he is. a minute, wry smile winds its way across his mouth for all of a second before it's gone again, his gaze drawn to the can in Levi's hands. curious, he goes to take it for a closer look, only to draw up short as Levi shows him something else.
his eyebrows raise, and then he huffs, as near to a laugh as he's like to let out these days. sitting back, he unwinds his scarf to scrub his fingers at the stubble peppering his jaw. once again, his lips curve; this time, the shift in expression lingers. Erwin has never known Levi's hunger, can only guess at just how restricted the people in the underground are, but he still understands rationing, and care, and little, precious things. ]
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his eyebrows raise, and then he huffs, as near to a laugh as he's like to let out these days. sitting back, he unwinds his scarf to scrub his fingers at the stubble peppering his jaw. once again, his lips curve; this time, the shift in expression lingers. Erwin has never known Levi's hunger, can only guess at just how restricted the people in the underground are, but he still understands rationing, and care, and little, precious things. ]
Then, I suppose we're well prepared.