Seeing honest worry made Reno feel more than a little guilty for the whole thing, a hand rising to the back of his neck as he rubbed under his ponytail and looked off to the side in embarrassment.

"Yeah. Yea~h. Yo, come on. I'm fine. Promise," he sighed, flicking his pale gaze back to Makishima and offering a reassuring smile, ignoring the sting of his split lip. "My work back home can get way more rough than a bunch of bald punks in a backstreet," he huffed, reaching out in gratitude when Josh returned with the frozen bag. Touching it carefully to his cheek, Reno puffed up a bit and cocked a brow, putting on his usual airs.

"What's the deal, huh? Don't think your man can handle himself? Come on. I'm pretty as hell but that don't mean I can't kick some ass when the need pops up," he grumbled good-naturedly, reaching out and tweaking Makishima's nose gently.