It starts when Reno enters your apartment after two weeks apart and sees someone’s scarf hung on your coat rack. The two of you are just hooking up, just friends, whatever you justify it as. He knows he has no right to get angry, but he does anyways.

Arguing with you comes as easy to him as being with you, so he doesn’t even realize that you’re both squabbling until you start to move past him to exit the kitchen. Reno thinks of you walking away from him and going to another man, this time for good, and the tension in his chest twists into something unbearable. It hits him all at once: this isn’t just casual for him. It never was.

“Yeah, y’know what? I’m done,” says Reno. He was done convincing himself to keep things casual with you when you were obviously made for each other. Before he knows it, he’s stepping forward, grabbing you by the waist, and pulling you into a kiss—hard, desperate, a collision of all the things he needs to say.