[ falco must stop staring between them, but he can’t. it’s a mix. he wants to cry and embrace them. erwin, especially, a man that’s meant so much to him in santa rosita, then briefly in trench— this was a reunion that would not go as expected, immediately, but the boy swallows and holds his egg.
he straightens his back and posture with respect when addressing levi: ]
I— yes, sir. Sirs.
[ a short bow of his head to erwin; while he doesn’t say anything, he’s still there and still deserves an acknowledgement. falco’s heart flies to his throat in the meantime, looking between the two men, perhaps already dreading the answer to the question he already had planned in his head, on his tongue: ]
no subject
he straightens his back and posture with respect when addressing levi: ]
I— yes, sir. Sirs.
[ a short bow of his head to erwin; while he doesn’t say anything, he’s still there and still deserves an acknowledgement. falco’s heart flies to his throat in the meantime, looking between the two men, perhaps already dreading the answer to the question he already had planned in his head, on his tongue: ]
Neither of you . . . Remember here?