( don’t you do it reiner gosh don’t you dare do that )
"Yeah. You could say that," and it has been a little quiet. Enough so hanging out for a few minutes with Reiner has brightened his day extensively. He pops his arm out, fingers curled into a fist and hangs there, awaiting the ever-customary greeting between bros: fistbumps!
" — it’s good seeing you." He admits that much in relief.
(too bad eren, too bad, too late, too bad, too bad)
His shoulder raise in amusement, something of a giggle overcoming his senses. He takes one glimpse at the extended fist, gaze switching between Eren and his fist, before returning the greeting. Snickering, he curls his fingers into a fist and bumps them without so much of a second thought.
“I missed you too, buddy."