[There is something softly reminiscent about the whole atmosphere here, and Reiner lets his eyes drift to half-mast. He can still see Bertolt, but he's gone fuzzy around the edges, half formed and nebulous, but his voice is just how Reiner remembers it. He sounds the same, eternally young and beautiful, and Reiner thinks he could fall asleep tonight listening to Bertolt talk.]
What's different about him?
[Besides his size, of course.]
[As he listens, Reiner starts to relax, lulled by the sound of Bertolt's voice, and something turns over in his chest, something he thought had died a long time ago. He links his fingers together behind Bertolt's neck, the gesture less protective now, and sways back and forth a little.]
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What's different about him?
[Besides his size, of course.]
[As he listens, Reiner starts to relax, lulled by the sound of Bertolt's voice, and something turns over in his chest, something he thought had died a long time ago. He links his fingers together behind Bertolt's neck, the gesture less protective now, and sways back and forth a little.]