"I won't." Reno didn't flinch. He closed his hand over hers, stroked the back of her thumb with his own. His eyes wandered down to the both of their hands, taking in the sight almost curiously, as though trying to puzzle out how in the world hands that were so small and clean could possibly fit in his. But the blood that was staining his fingers belonged to him, and he couldn't get it on her. And the blood that she'd seen in her lifetime, that wasn't the same as the blood that was on his hands. Not on his hands, not on his head.

So Reno didn't flinch. Not when she took his hand, not when she mentioned Home, not when she said that she couldn't scream or cry.

He might have furrowed his eyebrows a little, when she pointed out that he drank too much. But he'd work on that. There wasn't guilt involved in that expression. Just thoughts. Picking through words and through his head.

He took a breath before he continued, taking a moment to swallow all of that and giving a shake of his head. "I care more'n I used to. Got somethin' to care about, now, zoto. And I don't wanna die. I just wanna be able to live with myself."

He hoped that the difference there would be pretty obvious.