[ as is basically obligation, reno stretches an arm across the back of the couch, behind cirrus but not explicitly touching him. maybe just manspreading, not out to do the creepy hand on the shoulder thing. it's hard to say with this guy. he seems relaxed, genuinely low-key, but he also doesn't seem like he came here just for a therapy session. no matter what he says about "the guys." ]

Aw, you noticed me? Yeah, that's right. Turks—we go elsewhere.

[ we go elsewhere is said in a kind of oddly specific way, but there's no telling what he means by that. ]

The tattoos aren't a Turk thing—they're just mine. Or do I got a rep here already?