Reno chewed on the inside of his cheek, twining his fingers around hers and giving her hand a squeeze.

"Livin' in Edge... Some days I'd wake up, and be all confused," he offered, "because I'd spend a night sleepin' to the sounds of the city, and the place still has that lingerin' smell of Midgar. And then there'd be the sun, shinin' through my window, like it was there to hit me on the side of the head with it all over again."

Which was... not really a bid for sympathy, so much as it was an attempt at empathy. He knew what this must feel like. At least a tiny bit.