[ Dammit, Reno. He was just trying to enjoy this new look. Not that he's complaining; now that Reno's tucked against him, he's free to watch his fingers walk down Reno's spine, pausing here and there to brush little shivers into his skin. They really don't have much time, he's sure, but it's worth it to take whatever he's got, worth it to just feel and breathe and see while it's there for the taking.
His fingers slow as he takes in what Reno says. His brow lifts a bit. ]
Can't tell?
[ He's not sure what that means. The rest compels him to lift a hand and brush it through Reno's hair, soft and slow, frowning. Something about Reno missing him bothers him, even if it's just a passing sentiment. And it's not like he's attached anymore; he could explain everything, he could clarify all the mysteries that brought them here, he could give him the hope of what is to come, but— no. He really can't. Silence is really the greater mercy and he chooses that. ]
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His fingers slow as he takes in what Reno says. His brow lifts a bit. ]
Can't tell?
[ He's not sure what that means. The rest compels him to lift a hand and brush it through Reno's hair, soft and slow, frowning. Something about Reno missing him bothers him, even if it's just a passing sentiment. And it's not like he's attached anymore; he could explain everything, he could clarify all the mysteries that brought them here, he could give him the hope of what is to come, but— no. He really can't. Silence is really the greater mercy and he chooses that. ]