Marco could probably feel his heartbeat go faster as he shakes his head once. Is that what Reiner thought--? He's not that surprised, really... Despite how much he cared for the blond he was always afraid to share what he wanted to try (both inside and out of the bedroom). The apocalypse was no different. "I-I didn't say no. I..." He takes a deep breath and carefully moves his hand from Marco's wrist, up his arm and to his shoulder.

Bertolt curls his fingers around Reiner's hand as he tilts his head towards Marco. "...Do you want us, Marco?"