[ Refill, yes. Reno reaches out with the empty glass to have it filled again, only this time he doesn't immediately knock the shot back. He swishes it around and thinks for a minute, instead. ]

Back then? I didn't have time for dreams. Just took things one day at a time, y'know? Be lucky if the next day was as much of an adventure as the last. Now, though...

[ He'd rather not think about it. His dreams, his future, what there is left for him in this life, when this life seems like it might not ever end anymore... nothing's been more uncertain before. Everything's been stripped apart and turned upside down. Even just a few weeks ago, when he told Rude under absolute truthfulness that the only perfect world he could picture was still being a Turk, being together with his people. That's... that's over now. It's changed. He just isn't sure how it's changed, just that it has. He wants his people—that's all he knows he still wants. Just to be with the people he cares about, however that has to be. A couple seconds to mull it over, then he tosses back that shot, too. ]

You're already on the right track. I just want to spend my time with people who like me. You liiiike me, right?

[ Batting his lashes again as he sets that glass down. Making a silly joke of it, tee-hee, play-flirting, what a pair. Hopefully none of the sincerity shows. ]