Levi huffs quietly. The forehead kisses are nice and comforting, but they also make him feel small, somehow. Like he's a brat who needs to be wrapped up in a blanket and rocked to sleep lest he gets into trouble, not that he's ever had anyone to do that for him.

"You'd better," he says, leaning his cheek against Erwin's chest as he gives him another squeeze before finally relaxing his grip. "Come on, your garden's getting dry."

They still have a bunch more flowers to plant and water... which, them being a virtual illusion, they probably aren't going to die either way, but Levi's had enough of drowning in overwhelming softness and fondness and he subconsciously inches back toward the normal.