Sure, it might help him forget a few things for a short while, but it comes at the cost of making his body slow and less responsive, and having his thoughts slip out with an ease he isn’t comfortable with. Not to mention that he’s never woken up without his head pounding the following morning, even after just one glass.
“Come on, get another one in ya!”
Levi hates drinking with Hanji even more.
Hanji’s either oblivious to this or they simply choose to ignore it as they fill Levi’s glass, so eagerly that it spills right over the brim. There’s no use in Levi complaining though. Careful not to spill any more, he brings it to his lips and takes a swig, flinching as it swills across his tongue. He doesn’t even like the taste of the stuff, but he knows Hanji needs a night like this every now and then, even if they won’t admit it outright. Doesn’t mean he has to enjoy it though.
On any normal day Hanji talks too much, but when they drink it’s as if they need to talk just as any other person needs to breathe, their favourite topic being the years long behind them, and all the people trapped there. They paint their own colourful spin to it though, possibly to try and make the whole thing just a little less miserable.
On the rare occasion Levi’ll agree to drink, it’s a small, often futile attempt to forget about the past, to blur out all their words and faces, consequences and hangovers be damned.
The mess hall is empty save the two of them and of course the silence that takes up every other bit of space in there. It’s always like this lately. Even when all the remaining members of the survey corps comes to dine - not that there are many left - the quiet refuses to give way, lingering there in the background like stubborn mould, simply waiting for its chance to take over.
His glass isn’t even half empty when Hanji moves to fill it up once more. Levi doesn’t stop them.
“Hey Levi,” they start with a chuckle which is husky from drink. “Do you remember the time when Mike and Erwin - ”