It's been a very long time since Reiner really laughed. He chuckles, he snorts, and when he's very drunk, he might even giggle. But he hasn't laughed a full belly-laugh in over four years.

He doesn't manage a belly-laugh now, either. But he does laugh, and it's more far than a low chuckle. It's relief, and joy, and a fair bit of embarrassment that might've bothered him once, but doesn't now.

He shimmied and wiggled like mad as a rhino. He must've looked ridiculous. It was frustrating.

And it was perfect, because it's making Galliard laugh.

"I couldn't find my hands," Reiner admits, his smile feeling easy on his lips. As if he isn't freezing, just as Galliard said. As if the horrors of their world could melt way, just for a moment.