[The bathroom is larger than any Bertolt has ever seen before, but they're big guys, and to reach the towels, he needs to brush past Reiner, his damp skin whispering against him. He doesn't apologize; why would he need to? It's not like this hasn't happened before, a million times.]
[He plucks a towel out of the closet, marveling for a moment at its softness, before he drapes it over Reiner's shoulder. He takes another for himself and aggressively towels off his hair before getting to the rest of him, starting with his arms and chest and then working his way downward.]
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[He plucks a towel out of the closet, marveling for a moment at its softness, before he drapes it over Reiner's shoulder. He takes another for himself and aggressively towels off his hair before getting to the rest of him, starting with his arms and chest and then working his way downward.]