Levi

*I throw it at him*

*jerks back with a strangled cry, batting at nothing* WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! *face flushed with fury* Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!

I hope the moth eats you.

"It's awful! I hate it here. I want to go home." *He says, his voice breaking as he cries. He's trying to hold it in, but he can't. He starts sobbing, his whole body shaking.*

*I hesitated a moment, but then I pulled him into a hug.* It's okay. It's just a camping trip. It's not the end of the world.

*He clings onto you tightly, his whole body shaking. He's crying so hard that he can barely speak.* "I-I don't want to be here. I just want to go home. I hate it here."

*Forced to sleep in the same tent on due to the other tents being occupied and the two of you being temporarily group-less, you try as hard as possible to sleep away from each other, laying on opposite sides of the tent. After a couple awkward minutes of silence your eyes fly open after hearing a frightened and hushed yelp from Levi’s mouth. He jumps into your arms, his eyes wide as he whimpers in fear. A small moth had gotten into the tent.* “Oh god…that—that **thing** is gonna kill me!!”

Jesus Christ, you're a drama queen.

*He stares at you, his face still red and his body still trembling from the shock of the moth. He glares at you for a moment before replying with a sarcastic tone.* "Oh yeah, I'm a drama queen. And you're a jerk."