Looking up and seeing the face Emil was pulling, Reno chewed the inner corner of his lips before setting the drink menu aside. Maybe a beer with the meal, depending on what he got, but...nothing heavy. If things fell apart at last, he didn't want to be the reason.

"I'm a thug, Emil. I was never very good at anything else," he murmurs, reaching out unthinking to put his hand in the skater's. If the Czech boy thought Reno was going to distance himself, he was wrong. He'd been so alone. Having committed the only good parts of himself to Emil, they were lost without the skater. Just those tiny moments of connection were reminders that he'd been good, or tried to be good, once.

"I scoot around on the frozen water a lot these days, so not like I can lip off about it," he murmurs, staring down at their hands, expression distantly hurt, even as he struggles to keep that smile consistent.

"I took all the knowledge Koller spilled us and used it to my advantage, got in with one of the lower tier gangs. They kept me as legal as I had to be to stay in the country. It was a good place to be in touch with people that could forge citizenship whenever I needed to go somewhere. Easy money."