Reno rubbed at the back of his head, fingering the base of his ponytail. It was not a nervous habit, in case anyone asked. It was just something to do with his hand.

"I have no clue," he stated. "Don't know where it came from, and then we did it again, and--" Rude wanted to be the best man. What the hell, Rude? "I don't... date."

Can't date. Dating bad. Commitment bad. Rude the best man? Bad and he was going to have to hitchhike to Edge to pound on his partner.