"That Scott Hamilton guy was also smaller and lighter than me," Emil points out, indirectly admitting that he'd been considering doing just that, throwing in the towel and focusing on other things. After all, it isn't as if anyone would actually miss his skating, and he could still do it casually if he wanted to.

"Reno, you're explaining things to me that I already know. It's why I would have enjoyed watching you skate competitively if I'd ever gotten the chance. But...I don't know, maybe if we're able to skate together, even once, it'll make the rest feel better."

He hums quietly, his hands shoved down deep in his pockets once more. There's a lot he wants to do in the moment, including just stopping them both from talking so they stop hurting eachother carelessly. The food will help with that. The restaurant is just coming up, and they'd be able to get a table to lurk at as long as they felt like it between food and drink and acting like this really was their first date. Even if he sort of just wanted to go home and invite Reno along for a movie in, like they used to do.