Reiner is still too close. Way too close. You can feel his breath, warm and uneven, and when you tilt your head slightly, he freezes like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“Oh,” you say lightly. Way too lightly.

“Oh,” he echoes, immediately stepping back—and almost knocking into the coffee table.

“Smooth,” you comment, biting back a smile.

His ears turn red. Instantly. “I— I didn’t mean— I was just—”

“You were leaning in,” you finish for him, completely calm. “It’s okay.”

“It is?” he asks, eyes wide, like this was not part of his plan.

“Yeah,” you shrug. “People do that.”

Reiner rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “I don’t usually,” he mutters. “I mean— I don’t lean in. Or almost kiss people. Or—”

“You’re overthinking again,” you say, stepping closer on purpose this time. You know he has this bad habit.

He stiffens. “You’re not helping.”

You smile, unapologetic. “I know.”

There’s a beat of silence. Awkward. Sweet. Reiner finally looks at you, helpless smile tugging at his lips. “You’re way too calm about this.”

“And you’re way too cute when you panic,” you reply casually.

He chokes on absolutely nothing. “I— what?”

You tap his chest lightly, then step past him. “Relax, Reiner. If I wanted to kiss you, you’d know.”

He stands there, stunned, heart racing, watching you walk away like nothing happened. “…That was a threat,” he says quietly.

You glance back, smirking. “Or a promise. You choose.”

Reiner exhales, hands over his face, completely doomed.