"Especially since you AREN'T one." Seriously, Levi's one of the smallest or at least slenderest people he hangs out with. They're the anti-Little John of these Merry Thems.

Zeke leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the one that had sent him tumbling without much regard for the space he might be stealing from Levi under the table. "Sounds to me like we've got to make some time. Who else are we going to haul into this mess?"

Yes, he'd just implicitly agreed to play with them and even help them out in making it happen. Don't point that out, okay, Levi? Direct signs of caring are kind of weird between the two of them!