No.

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Her hand at your sleeve lets the aperture widen to let in just the right amount of light. What are they like?

"They were …" annoying, comrades, felt like home, felt like shame, “I dunno. People. Hange was irritating as fuck, wanted to lock her in the bathroom. Auruo’s, like, one’a those pendejos who can schmooze you outta your pants without thinkin’ twice. Farlan can I just bickered a lot.

"Eh … Guy named Levi. He was … All right." you swallow thickly. He scared you, made you feel shame moreso than anyone else, "An’ this little thing named Isabel. Farlan’s wife. Probably also a criminal; she’s pretty funny sometimes."

You’re speaking broadly, not sure where to hone in. You know what she’s interested in, in particular, and you don’t want to touch it, you don’t want to wade into those waters.

But you're listening for clues that betray his feelings, listening for names that you recognize even though you shouldn't. You hear Levi, and something clicks. Small, like a brief spark; Levi isn't heavy on your conscious, but his weight is present -- like a legend. 

Until she pulls at you. You shoot her a sour look before it settles into neutral at her question. What was it like, huh?

You pull her legs into your lap and sigh, heavy. “Think half the people involved hated me. I know Hange does. Farlan and Auruo are good, though; good guys.”

You try to imagine the kind of people he gets along with and you picture a collection of possibly-scruffy older bastards, but he seems to get along with you, too. Perhaps it takes all kinds.

You let your legs settle in his lap, fingers finding his sleeve as you watch his eyes go unfocused. You don't see that look on him often, but you know it very well. It resonates.

>> Did you really just type out "haha."?