The meal continues with both of them catching what looks they can. Reno talks amiably about things, trying very hard to speak as if they hadn't been apart for years, all the while a tension between his shoulderblades was making his neck ache. By the time the meal was done and they were ready to head for a rink, Reno was eager just to do something physical and loosen up.

At least Emil learned little more about the casual and social side of Reno's life. While it consisted almost entirely of criminals, he seemed to have a few good relationships with cops as well. Good-guy criminals like Reno that kept their noses clean and weren't afraid to turn over real nasty characters were a boon to the police force. It's obvious reno likes the police more than the soldier from his world, or the Turks. A better authority force, to his mind.

When they head out (and Reno insists on paying, only relenting by letting Emil foot the tip) he glances around before reaching over, hooking a finger with one of Emil's. Not really holding hands, because he didn't want to push or smother, but enough contact to make a connection.

"You're gonna have to forgive my technique it's trouble and flaws; I didn't exactly have much formal training. I just kind of decided I could do something and did it. That doesn't make it exactly...uh...pretty."