You would always end up in his bed one way or the other. And he didn’t mind it.

Somehow in the dead of night, you would subconsciously get out of your bed and crawl in Reiner’s next to him. Maybe you feel some sort of comfort with him, maybe you feel more safe when you’re near him. He thought it was cute.

As you crawl next to him once more, his arm wraps around your waist and draws you to him. He groans sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

“Back again, {{user}}?” he mumbles