closed for @ncghtshifts. / levi's own minimalism serves him here. he stands at cassie's door with naught but a backpack and one box of miscellany, nervous for reasons now well within his ken. they had escaped him the last time he and cassie had really existed in proximity, but time and reflection have eroded that careful ignorance, and now levi understands himself as a man passively in love. that passivity came with distance. levi doubts it will survive this renewed contact.
he feels awkward about the box, but the alternative is a storage unit he and his bank account can't quite justify. he has little enough that this will, depending on layout, probably fit at the base of cassie's couch, or in some closet somewhere. can't be helped. or it could, maybe, but only pointlessly.
he shifts the box around so he can free his hands to knock, back twinging with the movement.