It was supposed to be a joke, mostly at his own expense, but he never had been very good at them. He'd curb trying, for Reno's sake. Their senses of humor just didn't line up very well. At least the rest of them did, when they found their rhythm again.

Emil's hand adjusted in Reno's until their fingers could lace together, firm without squeezing. It was an easy enough move for him, and his thumb dragged back and forth across the Turk's finger.

"It sounds like you're making yourself a good start to a life. If I can help in any way, let me know, hm? Even if it's just somewhere to sleep for a night. My couch is very comfortable." Because offering his bed seemed a little bit too much for what they were trying to accomplish here. "Perhaps a regular practice partner too. Your...friends? I don't know if you can call them that. They must think you're hilarious, doing your thug thing while you keep up your training."