[ Given him a reason not to think so, that is, and that was kind of the joke, but... listen, he knows Roche likes him, that part is obvious, but... he was talking about, like... er... y'know. Ugh, come on, okay, it's not like he's going to ask Roche to circle "do you like me? yes/no" and ask him to come up with baby names or whatever, eugh, geez. He just meant, like... like... oh. Oh, nope. Don't want to go there.
Except maybe he does kind of want to go there? Reno swallows, subtly and quietly, passes it off by flirting with the champagne still left in his flute, should he down this too? Or leave it? Don't want to get trashed too fast. Or maybe he does, if this is the type of shit he's thinking about. This is all funny ha-ha, but if it's only as deep as the surface-level, does it really, truly matter? By all rights, the answer is no. It'd be no different than any other time anyone "took him out." As a consort at best, or as a joke, or just for fun. Or for work, even. Thing is, he wouldn't have felt the way he felt if he didn't know differently, and that's... that's the part that makes his palms sweat and his heart race. He's never felt so nervous about it before.
But he's never gotten attached to an outsider before, really, either. He's only ever had his Turk family.
Fuck it. Knocking back the champagne, too. Whew, his dry spell is going away with a bang. He's going to be fucking stumbling drunk by the end of the night. ]
Heh. If you're saying I make your heart race, speed demon, then my dreams are for sure coming true.
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[ Given him a reason not to think so, that is, and that was kind of the joke, but... listen, he knows Roche likes him, that part is obvious, but... he was talking about, like... er... y'know. Ugh, come on, okay, it's not like he's going to ask Roche to circle "do you like me? yes/no" and ask him to come up with baby names or whatever, eugh, geez. He just meant, like... like... oh. Oh, nope. Don't want to go there.
Except maybe he does kind of want to go there? Reno swallows, subtly and quietly, passes it off by flirting with the champagne still left in his flute, should he down this too? Or leave it? Don't want to get trashed too fast. Or maybe he does, if this is the type of shit he's thinking about. This is all funny ha-ha, but if it's only as deep as the surface-level, does it really, truly matter? By all rights, the answer is no. It'd be no different than any other time anyone "took him out." As a consort at best, or as a joke, or just for fun. Or for work, even. Thing is, he wouldn't have felt the way he felt if he didn't know differently, and that's... that's the part that makes his palms sweat and his heart race. He's never felt so nervous about it before.
But he's never gotten attached to an outsider before, really, either. He's only ever had his Turk family.
Fuck it. Knocking back the champagne, too. Whew, his dry spell is going away with a bang. He's going to be fucking stumbling drunk by the end of the night. ]
Heh. If you're saying I make your heart race, speed demon, then my dreams are for sure coming true.
[ Just keep it light. Play it off. ]