"You always verbally slap me about when you give me advice, man..." Reno laughed lightly and stretched his long legs out in front of himself. Well, Tseng was right. He needed to get up and do something... but a few drinks downstairs might give him the courage to do that first. After all, it took a lot to get Reno drunk. Aside from the hint of mako that refused to let him be quickly intoxicated, there was the fact that he was a seasoned veteran when it came to alcoholism.

Giving Tseng a playful dig in the side, making sure it was gentle enough that he wouldn't cause him any pain from their lingering aches, Reno gave him a smile. A proper one this time.

"What about you, huh? How're you doin', pal? Don't give me that 'Nothing affects me because I am Tseng' crap. I want the truth." And with that demand stated, Reno draped a lazy arm around Tseng's shoulders. Honestly, he was probably the only Turk who pushed their boundaries with the Director so shamelessly. Then again, since when did Reno have shame?