" ... Fine. If it'll get you to eat," followed by a light huff.
A mask of indifference is quick to settle on his face, replacing any evidence of his initial surprise. He looks away. Yes. A change of scenery would be good for Erwin. It'd be good for them both.
Congratulations, it appears that the commander has successfully managed to catch Levi off guard.
Levi stares at him for a very long time. His expression is unreadable. The silence in Erwin's office is drawn out for nearly a minute before Levi finally, /finally/, responds.
Levi almost doesn't believe what he's hearing at first. But when he risks a glance Erwin's way, he realizes that no, this wasn't some sort of joke. Erwin was being serious.
Levi's sour company was actually /wanted/.
He isn't angry. Not truly. Even if his expression says otherwise. He's just annoyed. The commander needs to stop skipping meals. He'll drop dead at his desk if he keeps this up.
Levi steps back, arms crossed, watching. Waiting.
" If I gotta feed you myself, I will. "
He gives the blonde little time to clear his desk before setting the tray down with more force than necessary. The ignored cup of tea rattles.
" Eat. "
It's become almost habitual at this point. Erwin staying cooped up in his office, missing meals, and Levi having to come to his office to bring him food to make sure he actually eats. It's frustrating, really.
And this evening is no different.