"I had my own imagination stretched plenty," Reno replied evenly, looking back at her with an eyebrow quirked. "He's gonna follow you no matter what you do, you know that, Doji."

He lifted a shoulder, leaned back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling again.

"Would probably be more productive to make damn sure he can take care of himself when he follows you, because he's damn bent on it, instead of distractin' you both from what grad is gonna bring. If Romeo's gonna be Romeo, least we can do is make sure he's gonna be a Romeo who stands a shadow of a chance, zoto."

Reno logic wasn't necessarily helpful, but at least he was willing to share.