[ this close-up, there's no missing the baffled raise of one eyebrow or the way his turquoise gaze lingers on Tifa's face for just a little too long, drinking in her features as if he's never seen them before. (technically he hasn't. not like this, at least.) it feels like there's a thread between them, or maybe a magnet—yeah, he knows exactly what that feeling is. not something he feels very often, honestly. kissing? not really his thing. it's rare that he's drawn to other people in any way beyond a passing interest, an I'm bored and you're cute, let's hook up, I'm looking for something dumb to do and don't wanna go home alone kind of thing. usually when he feels something more intense than that, he runs in the other direction.

this time, he hesitates. wets his lips, lets out a breath of a laugh, and steps back out of her space. sort of. his hand stays where it is. ]

Okay...? Geez, someone's in a mood today.

[ it's supposed to be a smartass retort to her smartass retort, but it sounds a lot more suggestive than all that. like he's already picked up on the fact that she wants him (he kind of has, subliminally; some people have got a sixth sense for certain things in particular, and Reno's takes the form of "this person's into me") and means to call that out instead of her defensiveness.

as they continue on, he keeps their bodies close, almost enough to bump hips as they walk. ]

I mean, yeah, I'm good with just you for company. Maybe 'cause I know how "hospitable" you are? Or 'cause you're just good company in general. —Here we are, safe and sound. This the end of the line, or are you gonna invite me to sit down?

[ he hasn't led her to a chair or a table, but rather to a squishy, high-backed loveseat not too far from the fireplace that's obviously meant to serve as a cozy little spot for two. deliberate and calculated, but he also hadn't really thought a lot about it. it's mostly cloudy-headed instinct he's acting on now. ]