Summary: Levi is a single man who happens to have acquired two rowdy children. His next door neighbor, Erwin, is a recently widowed father of one. Due to their unique circumstances, the two families start spending time together, in a sort of odd happy family. Eruri and an abundance of fluff
AN: Oh my god, these old gay men are so embarrassing. I can’t believe I wrote this. The story has taken on a mind of it’s own, I swear.
Things were getting a little ridiculous, or so Levi felt.
Erwin comes home one day, his right sleeve hollow and pinned up. He’s been gone for weeks, on tour, and sometimes the reception is nothing more than static out there.
Levi doesn’t worry, in those cases. He’s skipped town before when Erwin was around, disappeared for weeks on end only to come home with broken ribs and bruised eyes. Erwin’s never commented on those weeks—his reaction has only ever been to guide Levi to the bathroom gently, to sit him down on the edge of the tub and clean him up.
Levi’s never realized how much he’s relied on Erwin for his messes until Erwin smiles at him a little tiredly and says, “I’m home.”
The world shatters in increments.