He listens, nodding, not at all crestfallen. His ego was much more brittle in the past, when he hadn't believed he was god for anything, or anyone. They would still argue, still unintentionally wound one another. Just not this way. Or, at least not in any way that had to do with skating, specifically.

"You think...you'll fall in love with me again?" He asks, looking away as the drift along together, fingers careful not to clutch, even if holding on is all he wants to do.

"It was stupid...but I thought if I was skating and someone would pay attention...notice me...maybe you'd see me. Past everything else. I'd try and try until one day someone would say my name on television. Show my face. I thought 'This is what he loves as much as stars' so it had to help us find each other. It didn't, obviously. Happenstance was all it was. I'm almost angry about it," Reno admits, shrugging.

"If it's what you want, I'll keep trying. I'll get better...maybe. I mean I can't promise anything; I kind of shit on the sport, let's be honest."