Room 429, Monday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Reno was going to sit on his bed and eye his cellphone. Dojima was right, really. If he couldn't understand the concept of giving people time, he should at least call Rude and tell him that he wasn't five anymore, and all reports for the time being would be typed up in a semi-sane manner.

And that would be why he was eying his phone.

He wasn't, however, reaching for it.

It was just fine where it was sitting. He could call Rude up any time, take the heat for getting him in crap with Tseng or whatever, and maybe he'd have things sorted out a little better by then. There were, after all, a lot of things to sort through.

Yeah. Yeah, he didn't have to pick up the phone after all. Save Rude the trouble. The big guy would appreciate it later.

[ooc: The door is open a crack, and the post is totally open for invasion from random persons. Oooooo.]

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[raspberryturk]

"Tiring," he offered, gently. "Like a freakin' storm that'll tear you apart if you can't outrun it, but after a while, the runnin's what might just do you in, instead."

He looked downward and shook his head.

"I think there's some kinda balance. Between runnin' and stoppin' to face the storm. Just takes a lot of lookin' to find it, zoto."

[the_merriest]

"I think maybe ..." Deep breath. "I'm done. For now. There's ... more to the story but I can't, just yet. If you ... if you really wanna hear it, I'll tell you another time. Okay?"

[raspberryturk]

He nodded.

It was a heavy story. She didn't have to share any more than she had the heart to speak, and he wasn't going to push her for it.

"Whenever you're up to it, so am I," he assured her.

[the_merriest]

"Okay," she said. And she settled back against him.

Just for a few minutes. Just to sit here, and think.

He wouldn't mind, would he?

[raspberryturk]

"Okay," he agreed, his arms tentatively moving around her waist again, his eyes staring upward at the ceiling, his lips pursed a little in thought.

A few minutes was just fine, for whatever she had to think about. He didn't mind.

Dork.