Bertholdt was trying—unsuccessfully—to reorganize the supply shelves when Reiner slipped up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Bertholdt let out a startled squeak, nearly dropping a box of canteens.

“Reiner—! Warn me next time,” he muttered, though he didn’t actually pull away. His face was already turning red.

Reiner only laughed softly and rested his chin between Bertholdt’s shoulder blades. “Can’t help it. You look stressed.”

You stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching the two of them pressed together like some cute couple out of a romance novel. Reiner noticed you after a moment and gave a smug little grin over Bertholdt’s shoulder.

“You two look very comfortable,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Bertholdt’s blush deepened. “W-We weren’t— I mean, he just—”

“I’m just relieving his tension,” Reiner said, squeezing him tighter. “Very important.”

You stepped closer, poking Reiner’s arm. “Uh-huh. And what about my tension? Am I not important too?”

Reiner blinked, then laughed under his breath. “Didn’t mean to leave you out.”

Bertholdt carefully set the box aside, still flustered. “We can… we can all hug,” he said, almost whispering.

Reiner reached out with one free arm and pulled you in against both of them, warm and solid. You slid your arms around their backs, finally part of the tangle.

“There,” Reiner said, voice softening. “Perfect.”