"It's not your fault. For all you knew I was still out in space somewhere. Or not real in the first place," he points out, shrugging a shoulder lightly and gesturing with his free hand.

"Turns out I was still in space. So honestly, what could you do? I was stuck out there and you were gone, you were home and I wasn't here. I mean...I'm not mad at you, or myself. They did this to us. Whoever they are." He shrugs, leaning in and sliding his hands down Emil's arm's to lace their fingers together, drifting aimlessly on the ice as Ondrej clean up the mess he made in his fit.

"If you gave up it's only because you had a life that you couldn't just set aside chasing something that might not have even been real. I couldn't give up. You were all I had," Reno reasons, glancing off across the rink at nothing in particular before sighing with a small nod.

"I'll get my records sorted so I'm a citizen...even if it's shady, it's the best we can do. I'll keep skating. For you. I just do it for fun - competing is only fun for me if I'm winning bets," the redhead smirks, arching a brow and thumbing over his shoulder at Ondrej.