Reno chewed his lip and tried to smile. Because the other side of being so closely involved with Rufus, even just being a Turk after everything that had happened, was being sensitive to some of the president's more subtle mannerisms. A slight change in tone, a microexpression, there was always a signal if something was wrong. Something was wrong, and Reno knew that, as unavoidable as it seemed to be, it was his fault. But he smiled and nodded, because now was not the time to push Rufus further.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay," he agreed for the time being. "Sorry. Just, um, don't tell Elena? I haven't told her, well, I haven't told anyone... anything. Ever."

Because lying clearly solved everything. Eventually he planned to handle it, but less immediately would be ideal.

"I'd totally understand, though, if you'd rather her take the lead on things. Um, but I guess the least I can do while I'm here is show you around a little if you want, help you find stuff. What's yer housing assignment?"