Elena was going to facepalm. What exactly was the world coming to? Reno wore a ring, and lived with a girl who couldn't dress herself. She and Tseng had made out in his hotel room. Only Rude seemed to have avoided the craziness. Maybe he was immune.

"I will never get used to that," she said. Reno. Girlfriend. Nope.

At the same time, Reno might actually be a good source of advice. He was the first Turk in a long time to make a relationship work.

Unless you counted Verdot, and you really shouldn't, considering how that ended.

"Okay, so ... you ... think it's good that we're going slow?" she asked. "It wasn't ... planned or anything, I just decided to ... I don't know. Back off? If we're going to dinner, we'll go to dinner, and if he drops me off and goes back to the office without a kiss, then that's fine, we'll have dinner another time."

Pushing only made him retreat. So she'd stopped pushing, and when that had worked, had held her breath trying desperately not to fuck up.