Reiner feels his mouth lift into a short grin when he hears Bertolt stifle a laugh. He hadn't done that in a while. The outbreak had changed them, both of them.

His fingers toy idly with the shaggy hair at Bertolt's nape. "We'll see, okay? Maybe they won't even want to stick around us for too long." Not that Reiner can see any reason why they would not want to. Rather he is just trying to shelf the discussion further, diffuse it until they absolutely without a doubt need to discuss it again. He can understand Bertolt distrust, he can, but he also wants to feel like a person again. Even if it means pretending to be someone who he is not.

"You know," he says, almost idly, after another handful of moments. "If Shadis saw how scruffy we've become, he'd have our heads." Their old drill sergeant had certainly made an impression when they had first joined the army, as wet and green behind the ears as could be. Mostly the sort of impression that had him jokingly imitating his enraged bellows, before checking around for his presence like a pair of guilty children.