Posting bail on a guy with no legal idea was gonna be hard to explain. Probably a good idea to keep his good-for-nothing boyfriend on the straight and narrow.

Shrugging it off and following along, Reno didn't make any complaint about trudging to the third floor carrying a bike along. He did, however, make note that Makishima was way tougher than that wiry frame would imply. Good deal, he nodded to himself, humming his quiet approval before stepping into the apartment and arching a brow slowly.

"You live here by yourself?" he asked, not wanting to sound creepy, but shit, even the well-to-do people in Midgar had tiny-ass homes. When space came at a premium there wasn't a lot to do about it. He made damn good money and had a cramped studio. Sure wasn't going to impress this guy...

"Mm...hm. Where do you want me to put this?" he asked, shrugging his shoulder and gesturing to the bike.