The last three months had been hell for Reiner. He'd come home from the States and been given two weeks off, which had proved to not be anywhere close to enough. By the end of his 'vacation' Reiner was spiraling, and then he was asking his contacts for word of open matches on the continent. It was the only way he'd ever learned to deal with his emotions growing up. So he'd picked up the nasty, and dangerous, habit of boxing bare knuckles again in the hopes of working through what he was feeling. Just some small-time matches, if you could call them that, in the muggle parts of Paris so Nika wouldn't catch word of it. They had no promoters, no real rules, and were full of washed up pros looking to make a couple bucks off people with either over-inflated egos or no sense of self preservation. But it hadn't helped like he'd hoped it would.
Instead of working out his frustrations, it just landed Reiner with a bunch of busted bones and bloody knuckles. And then he'd blabbed to Nika on Halloween after the arschlecker had liquored him up and pulled the story out of him. Nika had almost beat Reiner's head in himself for that. And Reiner was back to dealing with his emotions in "healthy" ways. Though whether this was healthy or not was questionable. Visiting the grave of the man you'd killed in search of some form of catharsis wasn't his idea. But Nika hadn't been able to come up with anything better, and had basically dragged him to the airport and across the Atlantic. He was waiting in Chicago for Reiner to report back so they could go home. There was no way Reiner would be here, in this graveyard, if Nika hadn't bodily forced him under threat of sicking Auda on him. If his sister knew what had been going on she'd be hell to deal with, and Reiner would prefer to avoid that at all costs.
That explained, then, why Reiner was in Wisconsin walking towards EJ del Bosque's grave. He still wasn't sure what this was going to accomplish, but he was here. He expected an empty graveyard, somewhere he could be alone with this thoughts so he could work through everything in peace. But what he got instead was Jaime del Bosque.
Reiner saw him as he approached - standing in front of the headstone with his hands shoved in his pockets - and almost turned around. The last time he'd seen Jaime, the younger man had fallen apart in his arms. He wasn't sure Jaime wanted him crashing this party. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see Jaime again. But to leave would mean going back to Nika and lying. And he was even less keen on that.
"Hey" he muttered as he approached, still unsure he should even be here saying anything to Jaime at all.