They’re all soaked through with sweat and stink worse than corpses when Reiner notices the outline of something under Connie’s shirt, notices sort of that there’s a slight curve to his chest that wasn’t there before. And Reiner isn’t particularly observant, so if he noticed he’s pretty fucking sure other people have too, and sure enough, when he swivels his head, he sees Thomas nudging Nic and gesturing to Connie with a tilt of his head. They both snicker to each other, and Reiner feels his gut sour.

“This is a vagina,” Sasha says, sounding vaguely confused and Connie grits his teeth, shifts his hips away slightly because he’s fucked it up, hasn’t he, he got too into it and now he’s fucked it up – “Yeah,” Connie mutters.