It was one of those evenings when Reno actually was home. He had a lesson plan to work on, and, while he was certain that he could just wing it on Monday the way he usually did, having a co-teacher now meant that he had to at least make the attempt to justify the activities that were being thrown around class, for... good judgment, and academic value, and all of that shit. Hell if he knew, he was just the one standing in front of the room, pointing people at things.

The smashing sound in the other room wasn't altogether strange to hear. Not in an apartment which housed two hyperactive mammals and a duck. And the pets, too. And so Reno was ready to give Petey a swat to get him off the coffee table or whatever when he walked into the room, to see...

... Ah. Not Petey, then.

He didn't even bother with words. Not just yet. Right now seemed like a good time to just step up and put a hand on Rikku's shoulder.