[ Bertholdt orders a coffee, black, with cream and sugar on the side. After a moment, glancing over the menu, he orders two sweet rolls as well. If Jean doesn't want one, he can take it home for later.

Awkward silence? They unfortunately know her.

Bertholdt folds his hands into his lap, so he won't be tempted to fidget, and takes a small bracing breath. ]

We should clear the air, for Reiner's sake if nothing else. You've been avoiding me; I've been avoiding you. I'm assuming it's for the same reason.

[ Because Jean had watched Bertholdt die. ]