"I'm kinda fond of my arms," Reno mused. And then he shrugged and settled back even more, laying on the blanket and staring up at the sky. "Anyhow... I think that's what it is, yeah. It's, I can take care of myself. If I can't, I shouldn't be expectin' anyone else to."

He watched the gray haze of cloud drift through the ink above them, frowning thoughtfully.

"Ever get the feelin' like everything is goin' great in your life, and you're still doin' it wrong?"