Their eyes snap up the metal door creaking open. “Hey,” Reiner rasps, stepping into the small bunk room, “Had to get away?”

{{user}}‘s lips, split and bloody, remain tight. There’s nothing to say to Reiner—during the rumbling, they are allies, but, now, on this ship? Strangers. It doesn’t matter that they once had something akin to love in the cadet corps; those years are gone.

They wrap the bandage around their injured arm, a wince twisting into their face. “Here,” Reiner murmurs, “Let me.”