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What would a description of your *exact opposite* be like? Huh. Seems like the great question askers're losin' their touch; this one's pretty easy

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Rude had slipped the sunglasses off of his nose and leveled him with a sharp, brown-eyed glare. "You're my friend and you're going to kill yourself doing this, you prick."

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The other man's rare anger--and the rarer action of taking off the sunglasses--had calmed Reno a little bit. When he had spoken again, his voice had been softer. "I really don't wanna go up there, Rude." The green eyes had been honest and haunted, and the pale, bruised face tense.

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Rude had been silent for a moment, eyes shifting to one side for a moment as he thought. He hadn't been 100% sure of what was going on with Reno, but he had remembered the screaming, wrestling argument/knock-down-drag-out fight that he had seen in October.

"Yeah, you fuckhead, that's what makes the whole thing worse; I trusted you! You were my best fucking friend! I let you into my home, let you meet my family, gave you a place to stay, spent every minute of every day with you, and you fucking sold me out!"

"It was never meant to go as far as it did, Reno; the Reys were supposed to just take you out quickly and painlessly! I couldn't take any more bein' afraid that you were gonna turn those crazy green eyes on me next!"

"What the fuck?! I never would have turned on you; I loved you like a brother, you shithead

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Reno had whacked him in the leg to get his attention. "Th' fuck're ya doin'?"

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"Getting a cab," Rude had answered simply, hauling him to his feet and shoving him into the backseat of yet another idling taxi.

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"Why?" Reno had asked, brow furrowed in thought as he obediently scooted across the seat to allow the other man to get in and shut the door.

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Rude had leaned forward and said, "2068 Lexington, Sector 3," to the cab driver before answering Reno. He had shrugged as the taxi pulled away from the sidewalk. "You didn't want to go home."

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It had taken Reno a moment or two to recognize the address, but he had. "Your place? Fuck you; just let me go, man. Lemme do what I wan--ow." The last had come when he had shaken his head in vehemence and discovered that it hurt, most likely from when he had taken several blows to the head in the one-sided fight that had happened earlier.

He had pressed a hand against his head with a wince and fallen silent.

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Rude had been somewhat tempted to threaten to have the driver turn the car around, and bring Reno back to his apartment, but instead, he had waited a moment or two, then had asked, "...You alright?"

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Reno hadn't removed his head from his hand, leaning against the cool window of the car. He had waved Rude off in a really wobbly gesture with the other hand, clearly signaling that he was fuckin' fine.

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The rest of the cab ride had passed in silence.

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Reno had hauled his own ass out of the cab when it stopped alongside the large, dark brick building on the more upscale street. He had remained standing through a combination of willpower and utter concentration on the sidewalk that appeared to be gyrating slowly under his feet.

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Rude had, through a little coaxing and a lot show of force, hauled him up to his apartment, and seated him on the black leather sofa. He had gone into another room and set some medical supplies on the coffee table--since, while Reno had seemed to have forgotten that he had managed to get the shit kicked out of him, Rude had been reminded of it every time that he looked at him and saw his battered, bruised face--and then had walked back into his kitchen again with a warning to Reno not to touch anything.

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Naturally, the second Rude had left the room, Reno had gleefully snagged the bottle of alcohol--meant as a disinfectant--from the table.

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Rude had been gone for a little while, digging through the cupboards and things. When he had started back into the front room, he had stopped in the doorway, watching the man sprawled on his couch drink straight from the bottle. Reno had paused, clearly realizing he was caught in the act. Rude had gone back into the kitchen and returned with two glasses, and had set them both on the coffee table in front of Reno with a clink.

"If you're going to drink," he had said resignedly, "you might as well do it the right way, and you might as well share."

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Reno had grinned widely at him. "Fuckin' love ya, man." He had--incredibly unsteadily--attempted to pour into one of the glasses.