He didn't know what he was supposed to do, under the circumstances; on the one hand, Makishima was still the man he had confessed (at least to himself) to loving, and he should have been comforting and kind about the likely extraordinary circumstances the man was faced with. On the other hand, Makishima was also the same man that had apparently gotten fed up enough with Reno that the idea of being with him was no longer bearable enough to be valid for attempting to reconcile the complications before asking for time apart.
...On a third hand (was that even a thing?), Makishima did come running after him, which Reno could only assume meant the other man had misgivings about the situation in the first place. What he really had to ask himself was if he was willing to let his heart be toyed with for the duration of time it took Makishima to figure his shit out.
Then again it could be a moot point anyways, since Reno wasn't sure if Makishima would even want to talk to him, knowing he was - for all intents and purposes - an alien from another world.
"Keep up," he muttered brusquely, head down and eyes turned away towards the village. Reno really couldn't bear to see the complicated emotions on Makishima's face; he didn't want things any more difficult than they already were, so it was better to just trudge forward and get them out of the sand and onto grass and cobblestone.
"Talk and walk. When we get to Kalm, I want a drink. I don't want to have you buzzing in my ear once I'm in my cups," the redhead grunted, swiveling his head side to side and watching for danger as he got up, pulled his coat off and started hoofing it in the direction of the village.
"I'll start: No, I'm not from your world. I never was. Yes, you're on my world now. Yes, you can go home. I think. Most likely. But it'll take a while to get there; it doesn't just happen, but you'll show up reasonably close to the time you left. Maybe a few days later...different time passage. I'm not a scientist, I don't know how it works."
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...On a third hand (was that even a thing?), Makishima did come running after him, which Reno could only assume meant the other man had misgivings about the situation in the first place. What he really had to ask himself was if he was willing to let his heart be toyed with for the duration of time it took Makishima to figure his shit out.
Then again it could be a moot point anyways, since Reno wasn't sure if Makishima would even want to talk to him, knowing he was - for all intents and purposes - an alien from another world.
"Keep up," he muttered brusquely, head down and eyes turned away towards the village. Reno really couldn't bear to see the complicated emotions on Makishima's face; he didn't want things any more difficult than they already were, so it was better to just trudge forward and get them out of the sand and onto grass and cobblestone.
"Talk and walk. When we get to Kalm, I want a drink. I don't want to have you buzzing in my ear once I'm in my cups," the redhead grunted, swiveling his head side to side and watching for danger as he got up, pulled his coat off and started hoofing it in the direction of the village.
"I'll start: No, I'm not from your world. I never was. Yes, you're on my world now. Yes, you can go home. I think. Most likely. But it'll take a while to get there; it doesn't just happen, but you'll show up reasonably close to the time you left. Maybe a few days later...different time passage. I'm not a scientist, I don't know how it works."