'You look like you 're about to vomit, ' Levi remarks as you stand in front of your vanity, hands perched on the polished food and eyes fixed ahead on your reflection.

You glace at him through the mirror, where he 's standing a few meters behind you. With a wry smile, you respond.

'Would you not if you were just about to meet your father after living your whole life without one? '

'Can 't say I relate. '

Well, Levi 's father is dead, claimed by the war that sent you here.

It 's been a few nights since you signed the contract and while Levi and you have a wordless agreement to not deepen the cuts by being intimate, there 's an unmistakable air of stifled affection between you.

He doesn 't touch you, but you can feel his quiet fondness and pain in the way he looks at you and talks to you. He sees no meaning in concealing it any longer and thus, when you 're alone like this you can taste his pining in the air.