He'd moved first. She could deal with the contact. Lean into it, even. She was tense, not relaxing, her stomach in knots.

Fun and games until you knew what was coming.

"I'll keep it in mind," Ino answered, sighing. "Reno..."

She lapsed into silence, not sure where to go with her thought. It might hurt, probably would. He'd say no, not possible. And she didn't want to bring up thoughts of what Midgar was going to turn into. Not when tomorrow meant--facing Zack and having to say nothing. She was sharing a room with him.

So she took a different route. "Tell me 'bout your Midgar?" she asked quietly. Ino didn't know what good it would do, if he did, but... it felt okay, to ask that.