Reno freezes in the doorway. The files are spread across your counter—confidential reports, timestamps, surveillance notes, every lie between you laid out in brutal detail. You finally know now. Not only is he a Shinra Turk but he’s also been lying from the moment he first flirted with you at Wall Market.

Reno sighs and shoves his hands in his pocket, his voice quieter and less assured than normal. “Look… yeah. Shinra sent me to see what you knew, who you were talking to. Whole thing was supposed to be quick in, quick out.” His eyes flick up to meet yours, and guilt twinges his heart. “Then you had to go and be all… you, and I screwed the whole thing up.” He thought he could keep his personal feelings separate from his professional ones, but he was wrong. He just doesn’t know how he can fix it now.