[ well, he starts to laugh, but then you just had to go and nail him with that "remember" and then it's a whole lot less funny, thanks a lot! not that he's about to give anything away about what he remembers or doesn't when it comes to that one. not after this long. they've had, god, how many years for Aerith to bring it up, to even come right out and ask about him, and they've been dodging her all that time? yeah, that ain't changing.

it's for the best. i mean, consider what she just did to his neck for fun. if he told her what he really knows about Zack, what he remembers about how he never came back, she'd do a whole lot worse than that. (or she'd, like... see him differently, since he tried to help, after all, and we simply cannot have that. gross.) ]

Yeah, yeah, I just thought, y'know, you 'n Tifa are the only ones holding that leash, sooooo...

[ hot.

Reno leans back in his seat, finally giving up the incessant urge to prod at the sore spot on his neck, with one shoulder turned to stop Aerith from falling straight into him. go ahead and lean, he's sturdier than he looks. ]

That was my job, wasn't it? Actually, I'd maintain it still is. I don't remember ever gettin' the call to stop, after all. But, eh... wouldn't exactly be fair if I ran everybody off; how're you ever supposed to get any? Especially here. Maybe just the ones that can beat me in a fight, huh?