There's a moment where Emil wants to kick him in the ankle, to stop him from drinking, especially knowing that Reno used it as a form of escapism no matter how damaging it could potentially be. Even knowing that the man wasn't liable to actually be hurt by it doesn't stop him from worrying. The look on his face is pretty clearly disapproving though.
As much as he wants this to work again, he doesn't want to force it, or to make it seem like this was all some kind of act, going through the motions because he'd promised it. He wants to be here, and he wants this to work. But Reno doesn't seem to believe that. That telltale too-bright grin said it all.
So he does what comes naturally, even knowing it's probably going to be rejected outright: he lays his hand on the table, palm up, a soft, hopeful smile accompanying the worry.
"How about you tell me a little more about what you do for a living now? It must be more exciting than...what was it? Scooting around on frozen water?"
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As much as he wants this to work again, he doesn't want to force it, or to make it seem like this was all some kind of act, going through the motions because he'd promised it. He wants to be here, and he wants this to work. But Reno doesn't seem to believe that. That telltale too-bright grin said it all.
So he does what comes naturally, even knowing it's probably going to be rejected outright: he lays his hand on the table, palm up, a soft, hopeful smile accompanying the worry.
"How about you tell me a little more about what you do for a living now? It must be more exciting than...what was it? Scooting around on frozen water?"