Eren's eyes widen, bright and vivid green, so entrancing that Reiner sometimes wonders if there's anything else. Sometimes there isn't. Sometimes it's only the two of them, the world fallen away, all the horror at their heels no more than nightmares. Those eyes widen, and Reiner knows he doesn't have to clarify. Eren understands what he means.

It's good that Eren does. Reiner still struggles more days than not, the crushing weight of it keeping him abed for hours despite sleep eluding him. Maybe Reiner is doing well, all things considered; after all, it's barely been more than a week. Or maybe he's hanging on by a thread.

It doesn't matter either way. What matters is that Reiner wants Eren to be safe. He wants to protect Eren. He wants to take care of Eren.

(A part of him is furious with Eren. A part of him is begging to know why Eren didn't just kill him. A part of him wonders if things would've been different if they'd been together back home; another part dismisses that question, knowing he will never be enough.

But no part of Reiner hates Eren. No part of Reiner wants Eren dead.)

So he looks Eren in the eyes, and his lips quirk up into a slight smile again.

"Sure," he says, a hand reaching out to briefly brush his fingers over Eren's wrist. Not taking his hand (yet), but suggesting it. Then Reiner looks down at the other gift, and…

"… You don't have to accept this one if you don't want to."

(As if Eren would ever accept anything he didn't want to.)

He holds out the box. Unwrapping it will reveal a ring box containing a matched set of silver rings with conspicuously clear gemstones.