[ The night's cold around them, the wind blowing at the shaved part of the back of his head and sending a chill down his back. That only makes him even more thankful that he has a body to hold him tonight, that he gets to hold on to someone so warm. There's really no nicer feeling than sharing such a beautiful night with a person he cherishes, and every time he finds himself entertaining such thoughts he feels stupid for being sappy. ]

I always tell you not to say that sappy stuff ... [ It's embarrassing. Jean is the type to fluster easily, often finding it difficult to express his more vulnerable feelings, and Reiner should know have picked this up about him by now. To express his (mock) displeasure, he reaches out to give Reiner's hair a light tug. That movement quickly turns gentle, as his fingers find themselves running through the short blond hairs on Reiner's head instead.

Tilting his face, he lets out a sigh against the other boy's skin, kissing the side of his head and speaking wistfully. ] But you've got a point there. I almost wish I didn't suggest we act like this.

[ It's the logical thing to do and he knows that, but getting Reiner only in such small servings each time has become more and more difficult to deal with. ]