Summary: After the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
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Reno slid backwards, almost knocking his head on the cupboards, as he moved to a more comfortable position on the bench. If Rude was here, he would've killed him. Sitting on tables is impolite, Reno, and Do you have any idea how stupid you look, and Reno would have just laughed and jumped off again.
If Rude were here, he would have listened.
If Rude were here, Reno wouldn't be drunk in the first place.
If Rude were here, Reno might've wanted to go to sleep, so he could go to work in the morning. Instead, he was content to sit, nursing that ancient, stale bottle of scotch and wishing for once that he hadn't suggested that they sent his partner to Wutai. Wishing that it wasn't worse than they had thought.
Wishing that Rude wasn't dead.
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