Reno's jaw clenched, just then. His eyebrows furrowed. His hands balled into fists.

There was either bile rising in his throat, or else it was the beginnings of a scream that he was choking back.

"There ain't no company, Tseng," he said, low and deep and in a tone that was almost a growl. "I think outta the four of us, you're the only one who hasn't figured that much out yet, yo." That said, he was shrugging out of his jacket, and then he was going to shake it in Tseng's direction. "You gonna fit this, Boss? Fuck, I hardly do, anymore! You go right on ahead and dismiss me! Good fuckin' luck fillin' this uniform again!"

This was going well.