Getting used to Reno happened - his teammates handled it well enough - but the patience it took? They had been paid to tolerate the redhead; Maki had no such incentive.

Time would tell.

"You think so?" Reno asked, smiling slowly and arching a brow at the teen, his hearing quite keen enough to catch the muttering. Light eyes flicked over, glancing down at their hands before he shrugged and raised them to his lips, kissing the backs of Maki's knuckles.

"Good luck for me, yo. Good things don't usually happen to guys like me. Ain't in our karma. I bet I'm your bad luck," he chuckled, shoulder bumping Maki lightly before giving him a gentle tug.

"Alright. You ready to help me humiliate myself with my complete lack of biking finesse?"