Levi stayed in the hospital for another two and a half weeks. February was a few days away and snow began melting as the days became more pleasant and warm. He looked a lot better each time I saw him. He didn't really question me or fight whenever I'd bring him food anymore. We wouldn't really speak all that much, but it wasn't awkward or anything. I'd just come in the mornings and after school and stay for a couple hours watching a movie on my computer with him or just keeping him company. We'd snuggle up to each other and give each other light pecks on each other's hands as well as necks and cheeks, yet our relationship was so ambiguous and undefined. Things were okay for us right now and I didn't want to ruin anything like I did last time so I just let it be, but I knew that eventually we'd have to talk about where we stood. I'd try and get him to sleep sometimes before I left but he'd always wake up whenever I let him go so I had the doctors bring in a sleep therapist which Levi insulted shamelessly, so they just gave him melatonin and some drugs.

"Wow. You forget how real oxygen smells like when all you've been breathing is hospital air for two weeks." he said, squinting and holding his hand up to the sun.

"You look like yourself again." I spoke as I struggled to hide the grin forming on my face. It was refreshing seeing him in his regular clothing instead of that hospital gown.

"Tch! Whatever. I still don't know why they needed to bring me out in a wheelchair."

"You seem a bit tired today. Did you not sleep again? I would've stayed with you but you know how they are about visiting hours." I brought his hand to my face and kissed it gently. He didn't protest but his eyes would trail off whenever I'd do something remotely similar to that action. I know I seem a bit too physical for our relationship status at the moment, but touch was just how I expressed my affection for someone, so it was frequent. Levi was different. I noticed that he used his words a lot more, and it took him time to be comfortable enough to be able to touch you.

"Yeah. It's fine I got a couple hours." I didn't really wanna leave Levi alone. I didn't trust him to take care of himself yet.

"Hey, I don't know if you're comfortable but maybe you could come to my house for a bit. You seem like you're still not 100 percent so I could make you something to eat or something and we could just chill for a bit."

"Ooo Jaeger's trying to get me alone." he teased.

"Levi."

"Fine fine I get it. You're worried I'll relapse into all that funk again or some shit like that right?"

"I really can't get anything passed you can I?" I said, touching the back of my neck and chuckling.

It was late-morning and my parents weren't home. They never are during this time of day. I'm pretty sure my mom was volunteering somewhere to keep herself busy and you know how occupied my dad can be with work. It was a school day but I had taken the day off to come and pick Levi up and make sure he got home safe and okay.

He had slept a bit in the car as I played a bit of R&B. I found it adorable that he could hum in his sleep sometimes. I was surprised Levi didn't have any prior musical training because he had a rather good ear. Once we got in the house, I led him upstairs and told him that he could sleep on my bed. I had some homework to catch up on so I'd just do some studying on my desk. He eventually ended up crashing on the bed and turning toward the wall.

"Do you want some more comfortable clothes?" I asked innocently.

"Sure." He replied, not even bothering to turn around. I rummaged through my drawers to find the smallest pair of sweatpants and a hoodie I had, but even those would be too big for him. I giggled at that thought. He got out of the room to change, but when he came back I saw just how enormous they were on him.

"Awww wook how adowable you are." I said in a teasing baby voice.

"Shut up." he blushed a bit before he crashed back down onto the bed and turned to the wall just like he previously was.

"Anything you feel like eating in particular?" I asked.

"I'm not picky." I nodded before walking out and jogging down the stairs to the kitchen.

While I was getting everything ready, all I could really think about was how and when I should bring up the subject of our relationship. Would it be the right time and how would he react? Were we exclusive? I sure didn't see myself being like that with anyone else. Perhaps he wasn't really looking for anything like that, and me probably being the first guy he's been like this with should be strange enough as it is. It's a conversation I cringed at the thought of having, but there was no way either of us were getting out of this. We were both just waiting for whoever would bring it up first, and knowing how stubborn he is, it would probably end up being me.

I came back with a grilled cheese sandwich in one hand and a tall glass of water in the other.

"Here you go." I said handing them to him as he sat up and shuffled to one side of the bed. I took that as a subtle hint that he wanted me to fill that empty space beside him. He watched a movie on his phone and I finished an essay I had due for History. I thought it was sweet that sometimes he'd pause the movie and look at my work, giving me little corrections and pointing out what he thought was a smart choice of words. It was flattering and somewhat humbling as well.

"I'm tired." he said, turning off his phone and turning on his side. Well, half an hour passed, and I could tell he wasn't really sleeping because he kept fidgeting and he was sneezing lots. I knew he was too stubborn to ask but I knew what he wanted. I sighed, put away my laptop on my desk, and lazily laid back down on the bed, putting my arms around him again.

"It took you long enough." he said groggily.

"Sleep." I whispered, my nose slightly touching his ear piercing, as I began stroking his hair. With every second that passed, his breathing became a bit slower and soon I could hear the comforting sounds sleeping Levi in my arms.

We lay there for hours upon hours as he dreamt whatever someone like Levi dreams about, and I struggled to get my thoughts together. I really liked him, but I still thought of Armin constantly. He was like an itch in my mind that could never be scratched and I didn't know what to do with myself. Me and Armin were more than likely to never get back together. Hell, it's almost a guarantee. Our relationship was so destroyed after what happened it seemed near impossible. But I couldn't shake this feeling. Did I like Levi for Levi, or was it just the fact that he strangely reminded me so much of someone I had such deep feelings for?

Suddenly, his slow breathing quickened and Levi, who had managed to end up resting his head on my chest, turned his head to look up at me who was still twirling my fingers in his locks of ebony hair. He crashed back onto me and let out a low groan.

"What time is it?" he said groggily.

"Around 4 in the afternoon." I replied. He lifted himself up and stood to his feet, running his hands through his hair. We looked at each other for a brief moment before he turned away, picking up the dirty dishes that were sitting on my desk and making his way out of my room, down the stairs and to the kitchen.

"Where's your tea?" He hollered from the kitchen plainly.

"In the cabinet." I replied. That was followed by the sounds of cabinets opening and closing as well as water boiling on the stove. I had just returned to my essay. After a good 10 minutes, he came back in the room with two cups of hot beverage. He handed me one of them and sat back down on the bed sloppily, rubbing his eyes while simultaneously taking a sip. My eyes widened as I was surprised at how tasty it was.

"Did you switch out the tea in my house for the one at Buckingham palace?" I asked.

"My mom used to make it even better. When I told her I wanted to start drinking coffee to seem more adult, she called it a liquified addiction and made me tea instead." He said. Now more than ever seemed like a good time to finally clear things up. Both of us seemed to be in the right state of mind, he was finally healthy again, and we had been in this grey area for far too long.

"Do you mind if we talk about it now?" I asked sheepishly.

"Talk about what?" he asked, looking blankly at the wall and taking another sip of tea.

"You know what Levi." I replied somewhat sternly.

He took yet another sip and sighed before replying with a simple: "Oh." He then got up from the bed and placed his cup underneath a coaster on my desk as he gathered his things. " Then yes, I do mind." He continued, as he walked out of the doorframe of my room and made his way down the stairs once again. I of course followed and was slightly infuriated by his reaction and answer.

"So that's it then? We're just not gonna-"

"That's right." he replied nonchalantly as he approached the main entrance. Before he could go any further, I grabbed him by the wrist and turned him around. He had this expressionless look in his eyes. "What exactly is there to talk about?"

"Oh would you stop being like that? You could tell me that you aren't looking for anything I'd be fine with that. You could also tell me how you feel about us being in an actual relationship, but you can't ignore it." Based on his subtle change in expression, and the way he flinched at the word 'relationship', I kind of regretted my choice of words. Perhaps committment was to much to be talking about right now.

"You're really not gonna let this go are you?" he asked. I shook my head in response. "Fine. Like I kind of implied, I have feelings for you Eren." Embarrassment intensified as I felt my cheeks turn visibly red. Hearing those words come out of his mouth was all I could wish to hear in that moment. "But this is all so new to me and, I don't really do the whole relationship thing anymore. Sorry but this is the furthest it can go." He continued. After finding out he had dated Petra, it was pretty easy to guess why he would react like that.

"Well where do we go from here then?" By now, my face had become so hot I feared I might start sweating. I'm sure it showed too.

"Tch!" he tugged his wrist free from my hand and opened the door to my house. I didn't know what more I could say.

"Just check your pockets. I'll see you at school." he said without turning to face me and just like that, he left. Was he going to walk home? I wasn't sure how far he lived. I wanted to follow him but something was telling me not to. I then reached into my pockets to find a small, crumpled piece of paper. I opened it and saw that on it was written an address. His address.