Reiner grunted softly in response to the tugging, turning his head into the blanket he's using for a pillow, before he allowed Bertolt to pull him out of sleep and back into consciousness. Passing a fist over his eyes for a moment, he half rolled over, glancing back at Bertolt. "Now?"
Sleep was a precious commodity in this post apocalyptic world, and though it did not always come easy, sometimes too troubled with nightmares and memories, it was still something they could not do without. If Bertolt was waking him in the middle of the night, insisting he needed to pee--
Reiner's attention shifted for a moment to the other corner and to the two kids they picked up. The skinny one was awake, keeping watch like he had promised, the other a heap of pilfered, mis-matching blankets. So Bertolt wanted to talk, huh? Away from them. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't expecting this to happen eventually.
"All right, all right. Guess if you gotta go, you gotta go." Stifling a jaw cracking yawn, he pushed up, running his fingers through his oily, dirty hair --too long since his last bath for sure-- before nodding towards Bertolt. "Come on."
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Date: 2014-07-18 02:13 pm (UTC)Sleep was a precious commodity in this post apocalyptic world, and though it did not always come easy, sometimes too troubled with nightmares and memories, it was still something they could not do without. If Bertolt was waking him in the middle of the night, insisting he needed to pee--
Reiner's attention shifted for a moment to the other corner and to the two kids they picked up. The skinny one was awake, keeping watch like he had promised, the other a heap of pilfered, mis-matching blankets. So Bertolt wanted to talk, huh? Away from them. Well, it wasn't like he wasn't expecting this to happen eventually.
"All right, all right. Guess if you gotta go, you gotta go." Stifling a jaw cracking yawn, he pushed up, running his fingers through his oily, dirty hair --too long since his last bath for sure-- before nodding towards Bertolt. "Come on."