Reiner doesn't quite stumble over his words, but it's a near miss. Between that and the threat of a cold sweat, he really does feel like Bertolt. He can only hope he won't actually start sweating. Frost is already shining on the tips of his hair; he doesn't want his skin covered in it, too.
Fishing for a new subject, Reiner opens his mouth to ask about Connie, fresh in his mind. Then he shuts his mouth: for all he knows, Connie could be a touchy subject for Reiner, specifically, to ask about—or it could lead to more dreaded height talk. Instead, Reiner casts his mind about again, finally landing on what he hopes is a neutral subject.
"So, the other worlds you were in. What were they like?"
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Reiner doesn't quite stumble over his words, but it's a near miss. Between that and the threat of a cold sweat, he really does feel like Bertolt. He can only hope he won't actually start sweating. Frost is already shining on the tips of his hair; he doesn't want his skin covered in it, too.
Fishing for a new subject, Reiner opens his mouth to ask about Connie, fresh in his mind. Then he shuts his mouth: for all he knows, Connie could be a touchy subject for Reiner, specifically, to ask about—or it could lead to more dreaded height talk. Instead, Reiner casts his mind about again, finally landing on what he hopes is a neutral subject.
"So, the other worlds you were in. What were they like?"