Rufus can't hold back a laugh at Reno's outrage about the birthday party, shaking his head. "That was exactly what you were telling me when I hung up the phone," Rufus remarks with amusement. "I was still going to send a gift with you since Kyrie said you were invited, don't worry."
But then there was the matter of the disease that had been eating away at him for two years. Rufus rolls up his sleeves so Reno can see the bare skin that had once been covered with black sores and heavy bandages.
Sometimes it feels almost too good to be true, to suddenly be cured after the last two years. There are times he wonders if he looks down again it will have been a dream, another hallucination and that the marks will be back.
"You don't remember the rain." The expression on Reno's face tells him that much. He lowers his sleeves once more, his expression composed. "The rain, the pool in the church- it was the miracle cure."
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But then there was the matter of the disease that had been eating away at him for two years. Rufus rolls up his sleeves so Reno can see the bare skin that had once been covered with black sores and heavy bandages.
Sometimes it feels almost too good to be true, to suddenly be cured after the last two years. There are times he wonders if he looks down again it will have been a dream, another hallucination and that the marks will be back.
"You don't remember the rain." The expression on Reno's face tells him that much. He lowers his sleeves once more, his expression composed. "The rain, the pool in the church- it was the miracle cure."