[ Levi definitely hadn't meant to calm her down—well, that was wrong. He did mean to calm her down. Did he expect it to work? No, no he did not. He knew he was clumsy as hell with this and he knew he had no real idea what he was doing in trying to comfort her, but he's reminded once again about her feelings—strange, in a way—Levi is accustomed to being admired, but not necessarily crushed upon, and frankly he doesn't entirely see what she would find attractive in him in the least; however, when he's reminded of those feelings of hers, her calming down begins to make more sense.
For a second, he realizes then that it wasn't entirely what he'd done that calmed her, so much as perhaps her own feelings for him. Damn it, Levi. You're probably still shit at this. Humanity's Worst Cuddle Buddy, right here.
Still, he pats her back a second time, since this seems to be working—and even with the knowledge that maybe it's not entirely his deliberate doing, he's still slightly proud of himself. He must have done something right at some point to land himself in this situation, with someone so fond of him. He rubs her back, once, then, before he's shrugging against her. He wants to ask her not to cry on him, but he realizes she's trying—excellent, she has some sense left in her, he believed it! ]
Yeah; I'm not entirely alone. [ As though he's then hit with some miraculous moment of clarity, Levi frowns at himself. Alright, that didn't come out exactly how he'd wanted it to. ] Well. Here, I am. In this fucked up place. So, sure, I'll accept that apology.
[ Then, after a few more quiet seconds, Levi is pulling away from her just a bit—to try to get a look at her face, it seems. His own expression is still stern, rather flat, but not without a very slight edge of softness to it. He's not entirely heartless, all right? She did just end up having to cope with her own death. He can live with this closeness right now; she's got a good excuse—better than a lot of people have had before, at the very least. ]
awww yeaaahh don't ever be sorry w this girl she's too cute for my heart ;_;
For a second, he realizes then that it wasn't entirely what he'd done that calmed her, so much as perhaps her own feelings for him. Damn it, Levi. You're probably still shit at this. Humanity's Worst Cuddle Buddy, right here.
Still, he pats her back a second time, since this seems to be working—and even with the knowledge that maybe it's not entirely his deliberate doing, he's still slightly proud of himself. He must have done something right at some point to land himself in this situation, with someone so fond of him. He rubs her back, once, then, before he's shrugging against her. He wants to ask her not to cry on him, but he realizes she's trying—excellent, she has some sense left in her, he believed it! ]
Yeah; I'm not entirely alone. [ As though he's then hit with some miraculous moment of clarity, Levi frowns at himself. Alright, that didn't come out exactly how he'd wanted it to. ] Well. Here, I am. In this fucked up place. So, sure, I'll accept that apology.
[ Then, after a few more quiet seconds, Levi is pulling away from her just a bit—to try to get a look at her face, it seems. His own expression is still stern, rather flat, but not without a very slight edge of softness to it. He's not entirely heartless, all right? She did just end up having to cope with her own death. He can live with this closeness right now; she's got a good excuse—better than a lot of people have had before, at the very least. ]
But it is good to see you, Ral—Petra.