Bertolt had been bracing himself to hit the floor when Annie ducked in beside him, and it's half her efforts and half the shock that she'd made those efforts that keep him standing. Reiner's assistance helps too, of course, but Bertolt barely notices when Reiner moves in on his other side; he's too busy looking down at Annie in shock. He can't remember the last time she got this close to him, and her tiny, deceptively frail-looking body feels like it's burning next to his.

Once he's on the couch, he only manages to stay sitting long enough for Reiner to get the gear off before he's toppling over. The harness, ill-fitting as it is, will have to stay on for awhile longer, because grappling with all the straps is more than he can bear right now.

Bertolt makes a soft, muzzy noise when Reiner asks Annie to get him some water--he doesn't want any water, he's not thirsty--but that's all he can manage and who knows if Reiner is fluent in idiotese.