"Tell me about it," Rone muttered, making a point to cast his anxious glance at the closet in the least suspicious manner possible. And then, because he figured it was something that Reno himself might have said, he gave his head a nod, and made a point of shifting his tone from pleased to sympathetic.

Or something remotely like it, anyhow.

"Tell me about it," he nearly pleaded, hoping that perhaps if he let this emphatic young man tell him his tale, he'd at least get some notion as to what the proper sort of response might be. "So that I might-" Screw it. He wasn't going to attempt to mimic the boy's speech. "You know. Help."