There's a brief moment of hesitation before he steps out of his loafers, toeing them neatly together near the others. Mikasa's slippers are still in place as though she's gone out for the day, and Levi likewise feels that twinge of absence. He should have spent more time with her. But when someone is gone suddenly, however much time you did have together will never seem like enough.

A bit of skepticism shifts into his expression. Not that he doubts Jean trusts him, but there's an obvious contradiction there; Jean didn't correctly calculate the chance that Levi would follow through, didn't, apparently, believe that he would go so far as to kill him if necessary. Usually, Levi prefers that - he'd rather Jean and anyone else close to him not have to be afraid that his monstrous strength would be turned against them.

Maybe it's a mistake here, though, when something could take control of that.

Still, it's a little funny that the younger man believed he could somehow outmaneuver him. Maybe four years on it would be a better possibility.

"Must have gotten slow in my old age," he mutters, padding after him into the kitchen. "You got too close. Keep your distance, next time."

He sets the parcel on the counter, nudging it towards Jean. It's a small box, wrapped in an indigo cloth. Inside is a set of four small tins, each with a small amount of tea - Jean's favorite, Eren's, jasmine, and Darjeeling.