[ He didn't say anything about the ways Vincent hesitated over certain phrases, nor did his face betray anything. He only watched dutifully, minding the information given to him while leaving Vincent to his grief.

He sucked his teeth at the news of the operation being shut down and left to rot with the death of the President. He wasn't surprised by anything any more. That did sour his expression, though it was only in the way his lips pulled into a tight line and his gaze hardened. ]

Not surprised the old President would pull some shit like that. Glad he got what was coming to him.

[ His head lolled to the side as his eyes closed softly, brows knitting and arms folding across his chest. He heaved with a slow sigh, and shook off the taste of disgust in his mouth. ]

No news is good news from us. But if you happen to see him here before I do, make sure you warn him about the ass-kicking I got waitin' for him. Cloud should have space for you on the Avalanche.

[ An awful name he hated for reasons that had fuck-all to do with Cloud's merry band, but he kept that to himself. ]

But if you want some quiet, hit me up. There's just a bunch of grumpy old guys on my ship that won't bother you.

[ Insofar as Reno was concerned, Vincent would always be considered a part of this odd thing the Turks had become. ]