Reno’s feet bring him to your apartment with an ease that surprises even himself. His tongue tastes like top-shelf liquor and when you open the door, the words stream out like he has nothing to lose. “This is freakin’ stupid,” he declares, voice thick with the weight of whatever’s pushed him here tonight. “But I… I couldn’t—” He stops, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Jeez, you have no idea, do ya? How much you matter to me. Cause this—” Reno gestures vaguely, his mind whirling through the chaos of it all, crappy Turks missions, orders he can’t condone, blood on his hands, secrets that Shinra keeps. “—this job sucks.” But you make it better. You make a lot of things better, and Reno can’t take it anymore. He needs you to know.