"I thought I was gonna kill someone," the redhead confesses, sighing with that same crooked smile as Emil touches everything, like reassuring himself Reno was real. He doesn't mind, the familiar hands passing over his face feel like they're brushing off gathered dust and polishing the grime, renewing the vibrancy of a discarded thing.

"I had most of my card full already so it didn't take long, but I didn't know where to go and they weren't any help. That slapped me down in the middle of an alley in Prague. I've been trying to contact you ever since, but you just...I don't know. It didn't work, anyways," he murmurs, frowning a bit in frustration before reaching up and tugging gently at the thicker beard.

"You grew up." And he's not sure how he feels about the missed time. The changes don't matter - he'd always thought emil was older than his actual age, so finding out he was a teenager had been a bit of a surprise. He just feels bad having been somewhere else while Emil was struggling, too. No matter how much he resented possibly being forgotten, knowing he wasn't was enough to make the former Turk feel guilty for not having forced contact somehow.

Not that he hadn't tried. His arrest record said that well enough.