"You deserve to know." Reno looked at the ceiling, next. The wall was losing its charm. "Make whatever you wanna make out of it, I guess. Just thought maybe I'd tell you, 'cause you don't come last. No matter how much I suck at showin' you that."

Ceilings. Fascinating. This one was kind of tobacco-stained. Maybe he'd get up there and... scrub it sometime. Or something.