Reiner jerks his hand back, jaw tightening. He shouldn't have touched him. He was still allowing those three years to cloud his judgement, giving birth to impulses he really couldn't indulge in anymore. Bertolt and Annie should be his only concern now. Nothing matters but them and getting them home.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he stubbornly keeps walking, not looking back, eyes strictly on the road in front of him. This would be the last time they'd meet. It'd be easier like that. For both of them.