Here it comes, he thought, sighing audibly and turning in his seat to devote his full attention to Makishima. The break up line everyone knew in some form or fashion. We need to talk.

Talk. Tch. There was never a lot of talking done.

But it had been a great six months. At least for Reno, who was lucky to last six days. Even as he smiled up at Makishima and swallowed the last chip he'd been chewing he started running things over in his head that he must have said or done wrong. He'd even been as painfully slow about sex as he could manage to be - which he surprised himself with by being particularly careful and slow to graduate.

"Yeah, babe?" he mumbled, keeping his usual cool guy expression and cocking his head to the side as he waited, virtually none of the defeat that he felt actually showing. Maybe he should have taken Elena more seriously when she laughed at him about saying he was going steady. He stopped taking vacation in Wutai, stopped lurking around the lower plate red-light district, stopped drinking so much.

Maybe he really was just a no-good trouble maker...