[ Don't think you get it, Reno almost says. But Tseng probably does. The implication was pretty clear—obsession with my face really just lays it all out there plain and simple, really. Of course there's a whole fucking story, miserable and kinda gross and also weirdly intriguing, he guesses, but the long and short of it is, twenty years ain't enough for either one of them to forget each other. Twenty years ain't enough for him to be so sure of this "fix," either, but when has Tseng ever steered him wrong?
Fine, don't answer that. Never mind.
After a second Reno gets up, too. Plucks a few more fries from the bowl just in case he isn't going to get a chance to come back and devour them again, not that he has the most amazing appetite left after this conversation. Sickeningly uncomfortable memories from his childhood or no, he still does love him some carbs. Heavens knows he's going to need to eat his weight in them when this is all over to console himself. He never wanted to think about any of this shit ever again.
(He says that, but he still wears the charm Roche gave him; no longer on his wrist as a bracelet, but tucked into the inside of his suit jacket.) ]
If it's ripped jeans, I'm gonna dip. Fuck that.
[ Just make jokes. It's fine. Everything is fine. ]
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[ Don't think you get it, Reno almost says. But Tseng probably does. The implication was pretty clear—obsession with my face really just lays it all out there plain and simple, really. Of course there's a whole fucking story, miserable and kinda gross and also weirdly intriguing, he guesses, but the long and short of it is, twenty years ain't enough for either one of them to forget each other. Twenty years ain't enough for him to be so sure of this "fix," either, but when has Tseng ever steered him wrong?
Fine, don't answer that. Never mind.
After a second Reno gets up, too. Plucks a few more fries from the bowl just in case he isn't going to get a chance to come back and devour them again, not that he has the most amazing appetite left after this conversation. Sickeningly uncomfortable memories from his childhood or no, he still does love him some carbs. Heavens knows he's going to need to eat his weight in them when this is all over to console himself. He never wanted to think about any of this shit ever again.
(He says that, but he still wears the charm Roche gave him; no longer on his wrist as a bracelet, but tucked into the inside of his suit jacket.) ]
If it's ripped jeans, I'm gonna dip. Fuck that.
[ Just make jokes. It's fine. Everything is fine. ]