"Never meant for it to turn into top anything at all," Reno replied, glancing upward only slightly. Eyes on her knees. See. Totally looking at her. "This is shit I shouldn't be sortin' out this way because it's all choices I made and fuckups I could'a avoided."

He'd be dead, sure, but he would have avoided them.

"If it's too much, tell me or somethin'. I'll shut the fuck up, zoto. Ain't really like it's happy conversation or whatever."

He was fully capable of doing that. It involved a little more booze, but it could be arranged. "I mean, shit. If I whined any more, I'd be a baby chocobo or somethin'."