Room 429, Sunday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Okay. Sunday afternoons were officially boring. The days of the week had classes and radio and reports to write for his job, and mornings and evenings meant that the ferret was awake and totally willing to be harassed, but Sunday afternoons?

Reno would like to vote that boring, lazy Sunday afternoons be stricken from the record.

He was in his room, sitting by the window and playing with his lighter. Fire go on. Fire blow out. Ooh. Exciting.

The door was open slightly in case something interesting happened to wander through the hallway, at least.

[Open, like the door~]

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[raspberryturk]

"If you don't, man, then you just ain't payin' attention." And down went some more beer. Because a toast to being an idiot was something that deserved a mouthful or three. "I got faith in you, man. If I can learn, anyone can."

[withoutverona]

"When I got here, I was convinced I was never going to love again," Romeo said meditatively. "So at least I've learned I was wrong about that much."

"What have you learned?"

[raspberryturk]

What passed over Reno's face at that question was a rare moment of true thoughtfulness, coupled with the lingering affects of the earlier rum mingling with the second bottle of beer and the leftover warm fuzzies of a stray kitten, creating a rare anomaly known as vulnerability and deference.

"How to breathe," he said, maybe a little too simply. "For maybe five minutes at a time. Or three. Or one."