"M'not," he sounds like he's about to whine in protest when Marco suddenly reaches out to touch Reiner, and then his best friend is laughing and actually laughing. "You're warm. M'cold." Which was a direct lie - if he was cold, he'd be bundled up in two sweaters and three blankets. As it was, he was down to his jeans and what must've been one of Reiner's shirts. It was much too big to be one of his.

--Ah, Reiner, what-- No. No. He was comfortable with his head resting on his shoulder! "Reinerrrr..." Stop moving.