Mm, this is the only time, so we'll just have to make it right.

[ As it were, he's booked solid, too. He can't reliably leave Midgar unattended to to do whatever the fuck he wants anymore, no matter how solid his preparations were when he left this afternoon. Those things are hard to care about when he's here, like this, with Tseng, but if he pretends they're only passing the time while they wait for their files to copy, then it's completely justifiable, right?

Sure whatever. Reno sighs, satisfied, relaxed, driven, as he brushes their noses and chins and grinning mouths together again and again. Duly ignoring being pushed back, he shifts closer again, hips shifting with no pressing need for friction but feeling like a bolt of lightning is striking him right in the spine every time he finds it anyway, brushing against his belly or his hip. His fingers find that new scar Tseng made for himself at his neck—he traces it, then dips his head down to lathe it with his tongue. Tseng may not think to say these things out loud, but Reno sure does. He's actually becoming quite skilled at saying them, these things. The things he isn't supposed to say. To Tseng or to anyone. ]

I missed you like it's been a year 'steada just a week. Can't tell if I love it or hate it.