“If you’d just said you were talking about your dick, you probably could’ve gotten away with it.” Galliard mutters that, but who knows if he manages to keep it quiet enough to go undetected. They’re all sitting pretty close together, after all.

He has another retort ready, but then Marco manages to steal the show by crying. Galliard looks at him, both horrified and horribly resigned. Yeah, that’s just the capstone on this whole shitty day, isn’t it? Of course he’s crying over all this, and Galliard can’t even blame him. He keeps his hand on Marco’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, but it’s Reiner he’s looking at, Reiner he’s talking to.

“He’s right, you know. Sounds like everyone screwed up that day. Not just you, not just Annie or Bertholdt or Marco… everyone.” Galliard sighs; Marco’s tears and Reiner actually sounding like himself for a moment has taken all the indignant, righteous wind out of his sails. “The real fuck-ups are the ones who started Marley and Paradis fighting in the first place. We were all just too young to see it then.”

He offers his other hand to Reiner. For what, he’s not sure; he’s going to be shocked if Reiner takes it. But it’s been offered. What Reiner chooses to do with that is up to him.