[Levi isn't necessarily one of those people, but they've grown to understand that people live different lives, and, well. there are parts of Yang that they know they won't ever get. this is one of them. and it's fine that way, because usually they aren't coming over to Yang's place to talk about the decor.]

[following Yang quietly, they step out of their shoes and leave them in roughly the same place. they're working on their jacket, then their tux jacket, and after not nearly long enough they're down to their tux shirt and unbuttoning it. and they make it most of the way down before they uncloud their glasses and look up from their chest towards Yang with a grin that's on the verge of bursting into a laugh. sometimes all they need is a stupid reminder of the stupid stuff the two of them say at each other.]

I kept them safe.

[they leave their shirt where it is, mostly unbuttoned, and peel off the cummerbund, then undo their belt. the clothes are kind of just going on the floor at their feet. it's not elegant or polite, but they doubt they're going to be doing much that counts as either of those tonight.]

Do you still have that one way too big t-shirt? [the one that smells like Yang.] I'm calling dibs on that so I don't have to think about how good a look it is on you.