Never had a single word sounded like so many different things at once, to Reno. The slamming shut of two massive metal doors, the crash of a body against a barrier, a released breath, the final fall of a gavel, the last clang of a hammer upon an anvil. He turned away, smiling still as he lifted his drink and took a sip, nodding slowly, as much to himself as to answer Makishima's explanations. He was right, of course, though he had to applaud Makishima for the patience he'd shown already. It was the best and longest relationship of his life, but all good things came to an end.
"Comes at a good time, anyways. I've got a pretty big job coming up so I won't be able to visit for a while." A lie, of course, but Reno was paid to do a lot of things, and lying was something he'd learned to do at an early age for a good many reasons. Lying to Maki was something he never wanted to do, but when it was over it was over. Why bother standing on moral ceremony? They didn't owe each other anything. Clearly Maki didn't owe him shit.
"Honestly, I'll probably get in trouble for being late already, but it was date night and you know my priorities aren't the best," the redhead laughed, shrugging dismissively, not caring how the words were taken. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his usual too-heavy wad of cash and thumbed through the bills, tossing too much on the table without real interest.
"Call me later?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't bother answering even as he stood and leaned in to press a kiss to Makishima's cheek.
That bit hurt. He'd enjoyed the little affections, being able to embrace a better part of himself, being so careful not to use his more-than-human strength all the time. Then again, he supposed, he must have been too careful. Ah well.
He shrugged, reaching up and cupping Makishima's face briefly, running his thumb over the mole beneath his lip before clearing his throat and waving to the bartender and server to indicate he was leaving.
"See you around, babe," he said cheerily, flashing sharp teeth in that fox-like manner of his before heading straight for the door. He didn't want to hear anything else, didn't want to talk, didn't want to hear more explanations. He wanted to go. He had to go.
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Never had a single word sounded like so many different things at once, to Reno. The slamming shut of two massive metal doors, the crash of a body against a barrier, a released breath, the final fall of a gavel, the last clang of a hammer upon an anvil. He turned away, smiling still as he lifted his drink and took a sip, nodding slowly, as much to himself as to answer Makishima's explanations. He was right, of course, though he had to applaud Makishima for the patience he'd shown already. It was the best and longest relationship of his life, but all good things came to an end.
"Comes at a good time, anyways. I've got a pretty big job coming up so I won't be able to visit for a while." A lie, of course, but Reno was paid to do a lot of things, and lying was something he'd learned to do at an early age for a good many reasons. Lying to Maki was something he never wanted to do, but when it was over it was over. Why bother standing on moral ceremony? They didn't owe each other anything. Clearly Maki didn't owe him shit.
"Honestly, I'll probably get in trouble for being late already, but it was date night and you know my priorities aren't the best," the redhead laughed, shrugging dismissively, not caring how the words were taken. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his usual too-heavy wad of cash and thumbed through the bills, tossing too much on the table without real interest.
"Call me later?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't bother answering even as he stood and leaned in to press a kiss to Makishima's cheek.
That bit hurt. He'd enjoyed the little affections, being able to embrace a better part of himself, being so careful not to use his more-than-human strength all the time. Then again, he supposed, he must have been too careful. Ah well.
He shrugged, reaching up and cupping Makishima's face briefly, running his thumb over the mole beneath his lip before clearing his throat and waving to the bartender and server to indicate he was leaving.
"See you around, babe," he said cheerily, flashing sharp teeth in that fox-like manner of his before heading straight for the door. He didn't want to hear anything else, didn't want to talk, didn't want to hear more explanations. He wanted to go. He had to go.