A soft wrap on the door woke Levi up completely and Hange quietly crept into his room on tiptoes. Without saying a word, he opened the blankets behind him just enough to let them in. They snuggled closely to him embracing him from behind. Their bodies pressed together into those ridiculous striped pajamas Hange had found the day before at the market. Hange's arms snaked silently over his body, one around his waist the other up to the front of his face. He pressed his nose on it, using it as a pillow. His own arms hugged his pillow tightly. Their legs tangled in a mess of green and purple stripes, torsos tightly close, breathing in unison. Hange buried their face in Levi's neck, nuzzling it. They could smell his lavender soap and his natural scent. Planting a soft kiss on his nape at the base of the undercut, they whispered quietly:
"Thank you."