The kiss, after everything else, feels out of place, but it isn't unwelcome. It seems almost painful, really, and he closes his eyes for a moment before following along, memorizing streets and crossroads, taking note of any known criminal activity points, because it was his life and he still needed to be careful until he really changed things.

"I'm not going in," Reno states when they get close enough to the building that he's officially "walked Emil home".

"You said we had to start over. Do it properly. Well...we just met," he sighs, pressing a smile and rubbing his arm where he'd been gripped and shaken. "I can't go in. It's not the first date, yet. Right? So...I know where to find you. I'll visit a lot. But...just to pick you up. Until you decide I'm a proper boyfriend."

No bitterness there, but it's internalized. Not towards Emil, but himself. He always knew he wasn't good enough for Emil, that the skater deserved far better. Well, if it was to be a fresh start, then he'd just have to make himself worthy.

"Mm...it's offseason, right? When are you free? When are you able to take a night off from practice?" Because he wouldn't be accused of interfering with Emil's structured life; he wouldn't be to cause of the man's decline. He'd rather just disappear for good.