"You look comfortable," Reno agreed, finding an edge to sit on somewhere around all that sprawling she was doing. He wondered if there was some sort of mathematical equation to calculate the space Rikku took up on his bed relative to how drunk she was. And then he decided that coming up with something like that required actual effort, and he immediately decided against it.

"You wrote letters, huh?" That 'bleh' spoke volumes. "Here's hopin' that 'stuff' gets sorted out an' shit then, huh?"