His head lifts slowly, looking at Emil uncertainly for a moment before pushing himself forward, taking the hand without hesitation. Whatever Emil thought, Reno's life really did revolve around the relationship he'd had, and still wanted, with the skater.

He doesn't care about time an distance like other people might have, but then, he'd spent years watching Emil on televisions, reading about him in magazines...Emil had...what? A couple of photos? So while Reno lived in the past and clung to it in the present, Emil moved on? Was that how it worked? If a person wasn't there all the time, they faded away?

He pauses, a hand on his breast-pocket, then slips away from Emil for a moment, walking back over to the food cart. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the money he'd collected, setting it back down on top of the cash drawer.

"Tell 'em I quit if you see 'em before I do."

"It's not a retail job, you know? They might come after you."

"Nah. I'm not runnin' with anything of theirs. But let 'em try," Reno shrugs, wandering back over to Emil and snatching his hand again, as though daring anyone to question it, leaving behind the bewildered cart cook.