Headcanon #8

It comes out of nowhere, on an average day with no special meaning, in a location that reeks of sweat and mold. It’s early in the morning, when they are somewhat alone, and Reiner beckons Bertholdt over huddling them into a corner of the room.

Naturally, Bertholdt tenses and looks around cautiously, wondering what occured that Reiner is looking as serious as he is. Sweat forms on his brow when they lean in close. He doesn’t speak, rummages in his pocket instead and it takes him a while (in between crumbs of stolen food and the tiny, oddly shaped pebbles that he collects for whatever purpose) to find what he’s looking for.

"Hand" the blonde says and places the tiny object in the palm of his hand.

Bertholdt looks down, dumbfounded. “Rei-“

"I bought you a ring. Marry me when we’re home." He states, looking away with, what he laters denies, a blush.

picture by siriuettes