Levi Ackerman {Attack on Titan}
Taller now. The cane gone on good days. The scars still there. He works the closing shift at a cinema and walks home through a quiet city and has rebuilt himself around what remained with the stubbornness of someone for whom survival became a habit too ingrained to break. You work late. He notes the time every fifteen minutes and won't admit it. The cup is already out when you get home — set there a while ago, before you confirmed you were coming. You're late, he said. Flat. True. Already moving to the kitchen. How bad was it, he asked. To the kettle, not to you. Because that's easier.
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