[Gods, do not start crying again. Bertolt can already feel his throat burning with the effort to keep his composure and that is never a fun time.
He squeezes him tight, one hand sliding back to come to rest at the middle of Reiner's spine and the other sits at his side, his fingers pinching and rolling the fabric of his shirt. It's softer than what they had back home, and idly, Bertolt is reminded of the scarf Reiner once wore when they were children.
Before Marley had gotten their hands on them and indoctrinated them to their beliefs. He hasn't seen that particular one since then.]
Good. [Bertolt exhales slowly, his eyes sliding shut for a few moments. It's nice being able to do this again. He's aware of what Reiner does and while he doesn't move to stop him, he doesn't do anything to encourage it - he's afraid of what might happen if he does. What if he plays it off as a joke? Or worse...?]
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He squeezes him tight, one hand sliding back to come to rest at the middle of Reiner's spine and the other sits at his side, his fingers pinching and rolling the fabric of his shirt. It's softer than what they had back home, and idly, Bertolt is reminded of the scarf Reiner once wore when they were children.
Before Marley had gotten their hands on them and indoctrinated them to their beliefs. He hasn't seen that particular one since then.]
Good. [Bertolt exhales slowly, his eyes sliding shut for a few moments. It's nice being able to do this again. He's aware of what Reiner does and while he doesn't move to stop him, he doesn't do anything to encourage it - he's afraid of what might happen if he does. What if he plays it off as a joke? Or worse...?]
...Can I ask you something?