Date: 2014-07-21 10:16 pm (UTC)
bertall: (I can now say I know getting hit in the)
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Bertolt makes an appreciative sound when Connie turns, picking out a few more leaves and some bark fragments that must've been hidden. It's been far too long since he's been able to fuss over someone's hair like this - not counting Reiner's, anyway. It's just as relaxing.

"There was this forest around where we grew up that we'd play in. Reiner and I have been inseparable since we could walk, so wherever he'd go I'd follow. I'd always hide in the bushes when we played hide and go seek, so every time we'd go home my mom would plop me down just like this and fuss over me." It's silly, but he felt like he needed to share that with Connie. It's something familiar at least.

He removes one hand from his hair to rest on Connie's shoulder, even going as far as to offer a small squeeze. "Reiner and I, we... worry a lot. I worry a lot. He tries to keep me calm, but we more or less promised to look after everyone here." Too many people have died because of them. If they could keep this ragtag group of survivors alive, then at least they could pretend to atone. "I don't want to lose another person I care about, so please... Please, try to not do that again. Not without letting us know at least."
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