Reno sighed, frustrated that he couldn't manage such a simple fine motor action. But he gave up on it. After all, Johnny didn't have to read it -- Reno could just as easily tell him.

"He... He..." Reno's hand tightened on Johnny's side again. He didn't know why this was so hard. He didn't really know Grit. But the way Grit knew him... made him want to.

"He told me he loved me." His brow furrowed with confusion. "The other me, there. And apparently I couldn't deal with it, and then he ended up here."

Which sounded like something he would do, actually, run from a confession like that. Reno wasn't one for commitment, or at least he hadn't been for the longest time. He'd just assumed that, like Kyo, Grit had been able to win him over.

"He was never gonna tell me. Because he still just wanted me to be happy. Me!" Reno scoffed and shook his head, at a loss for it. He snuggled deeper into Johnny's side, feeling a chill. All the alcohol of the night was starting to make him sleepy.

"Everyone I like ends up in that hospital," he murmured plaintively. "Don't wind up there. You're not allowed."