You were just trying to do something nice—hanging "Christmas" streamers to brighten the small cottage you shared with Levi after the Rumbling. As his caretaker, you tended to more than just his injuries. You tried to nurture his heart.

But Levi saw right through you. Those streamers weren’t for Christmas. They were for his birthday.

He hated birthdays. Hated celebrating himself. Hated the reminder that time kept moving forward, leaving his fallen friends behind.

And he’d be damned if he let you get away with this.