He watched the other for a moment as he prepared his tea. With a curt nod, Levi turned and walked back down the hall towards the living room. He kept his arms folded across his chest, not wanting to be accused of touching or stealing any of the blonds belongings. His eyes flitted about the small room, taking in his surroundings.
Hearing the others footsteps growing closer, Levi turn and lifted his head to the doorway. He watched quietly as Erwin moved around to place his tea on the wooden table in front of the couch. As the other commented on the small space of the living room, he allowed his eyes to wander once more. “The only other home I have had is with the Arlerts,” he said after a moment. “A home is what you make of it. You should not be ashamed for what you have, but thankful you have such a place.”
Realizing that his remark was caustic, he lowered his head. “Forgive me,” he apologized.
With the conversation returning to the reason they were together, Levi looked over at the piano placed in front of the window. He padded across the room, fingers gliding over the keys wondering how long it had been since they have been played. He lowered himself down onto the bench and pressed down on a few keys, playing a short melody he had learned a long time ago.
"This will do just fine," he said, looking over his shoulder at the other. "Come sit next to me and I will first show you the basics," he instructed, sliding over on the bench so there was enough room for the both of them.
He was getting even more curious about Levi, particularly since the young man mentioned about where he lived all this time. Arlert’s family house was one of most enormous family houses around the area, he faintly remembered. Surely such a house would have a spare room for Levi to live. Though what he did wonder about was how the Arlert family could conceal him while the war was still going on. Yet again, that wasn’t exactly his business since he was no longer with the military. Moreover, the head of Arlert family was already kind enough to pull him off from the war trial. So Erwin simply kept quiet as he listened well to the other man.
"Nothing to apologize," he replied,"I suppose you have the point. It’s better to have a place to live rather than no at all. I should probably appreciate it more than I already have, thank you."
The piano was decent enough, it seemed. At least that was what he thought once he heard the tune. Erwin should admit that this man was good at playing piano. Well, the blond didn’t know anything about playing music, so he thought that the melody Levi briefly played sounded quite nice for his ears.
"Ah, all right." Still, he was reluctant to do this piano lesson. Though Erwin didn’t protest much and followed what the other told him to. After the young man moved a bit to give a space, the blond sat right next to him, switched his focus between the piano keys and Levi as he waited the next instruction.
Armin smiled, reading one of his many books he had, not noticing someone entering his room. Wearing a collared shirt and pants. His uniform hanging on a chair.
Erwin knocked the door twice, but didn’t get any answer from the other side. The man wondered if the person inside the room wasn’t there. It was rude, but he tried to peek since the door wasn’t locked in the first place. He did find the young boy, focused to his reading. “Excuse me, Arlert?” he said, knocking the door again before he stepped inside.
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