#colossuscomposition

Get better soon so you can come to this gay party at Ymir’s okay! Cuidate mucho.

I’ll nurse you back to health!

hey, mate!

you from seattle, too? 's kinda weird how everyone that follows me is from the area.

ymir ^:^)

bert :^D

auruo >:^/

moblit >:^/

mike :^*

They'd been glued to each others' faces for god knows how long, clutching each other in the dark in Irvin fucking Smith's backyard. He'd been fairly drunk, head spinning and cheeks burning. The deafening beat of his heart and the feeling of Berthold Fubar's really soft lips on his hadn't helped quell the dizzy spell whatsoever. 

Reiner had left soon after, entirely too flustered to face anyone. He'd walked home, forgoing a cab, letting the biting chill in the air sober him. What the hell did this mean? Was he cheating? He hadn't fallen so hard for a guy in years  and--

Was he falling for Berthold?

Could you be in love with two people at once? Was that...like, legal?

Reiner loses sleep over it, but when he does dream, he thinks he might see the two of them. Or who he thinks might be the two of them. It's all very confusing. 

He turns into a blushing schoolgirl around Berthold, and it feels weird, but he makes himself see him again. And again. Quietly, because he's not sure if he wants people knowing his legs turn to jelly around the tall Spanish boy, not sure if he wants to be seen like that. 

He's not supposed to be seen like this, right? He's the fucking quarterback, he's gotta scare people, dammit! He's gotta inspire awe, not blush and swoon at the sight of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome!

But Reiner shows up at Berthold's door, anyway. Because he can't get enough of him. Because he really wants to be near him, be his friend, be anything. 

"Merry Christmas!" Both blondes exclaim in unison, then proceed to inform him who it is, ask him how he’s doing and what he’s been up to and all that.

Reiner was the one that had suggested calling him up, and Annie offered her phone because she currently had free calling at this time of night.

It felt right to at least give him a call. 

Maybe next year they’d all do something together for the holidays.

The conversation lasts a good four-five hours, all three speaking about this and that. Anything that came to mine, it really could have gone on forever. Making plans to hang out once Annie and Reiner returned to Seattle.

She was excited. The thought of all three of them made her look forward to it.

Around 6AM Montana time, they decided to end the conversation. Reiner was close to passing out, and although Annie wasn’t really tired, she agreed, because they would probably be walking up earlier in the morning. They all said their goodbyes and Merry Christmas’, dragging it out for another half hour before hanging up.

"…I’m excited. We should have a get together at my place or something." Annie says, staring up at the ceiling, fingers drumming in Reiner’s arm.

'Hm… we should…” The taller blonde mumbles, eyes closed, sleep beginning to creep in.

"I want to go ice skating."

"We can do that too, Annie…"