Reno took a seat on the bed that he'd been shoved toward, and he frowned and shook his head.

"At first, I was thinkin' that I'd just go and see her. Maybe that was enough time, I dunno, zoto." He shrugged. "And then I couldn't go in. So I stood outside. Wasn't gonna bother her. Huntin' her down at work or whatever was a stupid idea. I have those."

He shrugged again.

"And then she saw me anyhow. Did you really have to throw a book at me?" He put a hand to his forehead, tenderly, and then checked his fingers. Okay. Not bleeding. But damn.