[Reiner doesn’t know what Eren’s problem is—and no small part of him doesn’t want to know, afraid of where that path might lead—but he’s glad that he’s calmed down a little. Reiner crosses his ankles and folds himself down into a sitting position across from Eren, pausing to dig around a little in the pocket of his pants. He pulls out a rectangular thing, wrapped in shiny paper, and offers it to Eren.]

Here, eat this. It’s called a candy bar. It’ll make you feel better.

[Reiner smiles a little, eager to answer Eren’s question.]

You find a place to stay, and then get a job. It’s not that bad here. I can help you find one, if you want.