[Reiner deals with Eren's thrashing with a certain, stoic grace and acceptance, keeping him from hurting either himself or Reiner. The poor kid looks worn out, exhausted, and Reiner hopes he stops fussing and acting crazy soon, so he can take him to get something to eat and then let him crash out somewhere and sleep this attitude off.]
My secret?
[What secret? Reiner tilts his head, looking down at Eren with his brow furrowed.]
I don't know what you're talking about.
[There's no way he would have talked to Eren about how he sometimes thinks marrying Krista won't work out, and how he sometimes wonders what it would be like if he married Bertolt instead. No way he would have brought that up.]
now you're just splitting hairs
My secret?
[What secret? Reiner tilts his head, looking down at Eren with his brow furrowed.]
I don't know what you're talking about.
[There's no way he would have talked to Eren about how he sometimes thinks marrying Krista won't work out, and how he sometimes wonders what it would be like if he married Bertolt instead. No way he would have brought that up.]