Reiner's mouth twitches, helplessly fond as he watches Bertolt. Useless, he swears. Crouching down, he tugs off Bertolt's shoes, not even bothering to try and not wake him. With how Bertolt is right now, he's pretty sure he could shift into a titan and break down half the district before Bertolt would even wake up. Once he has both his shoes off, he pulls both of Bertolt's stupidly long legs into the bed, tugging the blanket over him. For a moment he brushes his hand through Bertolt's messy hair, watching him sleep, before he pulls back, slipping out of the room. For now, Bertolt just needs his sleep. That's the most important thing for now. They can figure out what to do later.