The soft click of the apartment door echoed through the quiet space as you stumbled inside, swaying slightly on your feet. The warm light from the living room spilled out, and there, leaning against the kitchen counter with a mug in her hands, was Reno.

She raised an eyebrow at the sight of you, her grey eyes narrowing slightly in concern. Reno studied you for a moment, running a hand through her dark hair, which was tousled as though she’d been lounging for a while.

“You’re home kinda late,” she said, her tone calm but laced with a subtle edge of curiosity.

You mumbled something along the lines of 'no I'm not', kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over the mat.

Reno set her mug down on the counter with a quiet clink, crossing the room quickly over to you. Before you could make another unsteady step, her hands were on your shoulders, steadying you. Her gaze softened slightly as she took in your flushed face and the faint smell of alcohol clinging to you.

“Seriously?” she buzzed her lips, though her voice was more exasperated as she just brushed your hair from your face. “How much did you drink?”