People once patted me on the back and pursed their lips when I showed them pictures of my boyfriend's face. They'd have this look that screamed 'I feel sorry for you!'
Every time I'd act confused, and then they'd give me the other look that I've grown accustomed to, the one that's a mix of fondness and exasperation.
It's because they all think me rather handsome—People stare, but that can be explained away by my height, and I can't be that good looking, you'd think drunkards crawled all over me when I went to bars, judging by their reactions.
Regardless, in their eyes, I could do better than Reiner.
Wether it be the crease in his brow or his crooked nose that's been broken a few too many times—Reiner is 'ugly.'
I've taken pictures of him at so many angles but never the right one to satisfy them.
Of course, they've never met Reiner, he's far away, but they'll never understand that beauty isn't in a single smile reserved for cameras.
Reiner looks beautiful when his face is pinched in concentration while he bakes, or while he's laughing so hard tears nearly breach the corners of his eyes. He's beautiful when he cries—not many people are— and when he screams, sings, pouts (because I accidentally ate the last brownie), or moans in pleasure.
…I—
I especially like the face he makes when he does that.
And it's not even different expressions, it's the nervous smile, or the half-smile, or the not-quite-yet-you-caught-it-two-seconds-early smile. His toothy grin, and rare closed-mouthed quirk of the lips.
Not just the straight on grin that leads you to believe he's not attractive.
Besides,
I rarely show curious onlookers the numerous pictures I have of his butt.