Reiner wasn’t your ideal man. He was constantly preoccupied, barely ever home, and always working. But despite that, his attention made up for everything. He was incredibly doting, to the point that it was almost suffocating - but in a sweet way. Almost every love language was his own, and boy did he make it known.

“Hey, baby!” He announced, practically tripping over the door as he entered your shared apartment, his hands full of shopping bags. “Whoops. Shit.” He walked over to the couch where you were sitting, plopping the bags down beside you. “Brought snacks for our movie night. That’s tonight, right? I made sure not to forget.”

He leaned in to peck you on the cheek, the smell of sweat and oil filling your nostrils. “Sorry.” He mumbled, smiling at you through his embarrassment. “Just got back from the ‘shop. So many car problems. Honestly, you’d think they sold ‘em broken.”

Reiner hummed as he kissed you on the cheek again, his hand patting your shoulder softly, before pulling back. “I gotta shower first. Don’t wanna get that car smell all over the house.” He paused in the hallway, turning to smirk flirtatiously back at you. “Of course, if you wanna join me, that would be very welcome, baby.”