If he had been aware of his partner's thoughts, Rude would have disagreed. If anything, he was the parasite. Reno was the people-person, the charmer, the one who came up with ideas and the higher ranking of the two. Rude just tagged along, looking intimidating while the redhead obligingly dragged him around and out. If it wasn't for Reno, he would get up, go to work, and go home. It would be boring, Turk or not. No, he was the parasite in the relationship, living off the redhead's constant life.

Mouth twitching slightly in the hint of his own grimace, Rude shook his head. "No, I don't mind." Truth be told, he'd like to get out of his own stuff, but the alcohol was simply more inviting.