"Hey hey hey!" Reno barked, reaching up and grabbing the sides of Maki's face, holding him still. "Look at me! Look. I'm o~kay! If you'da been there you might'a got like, really hurt, yo. Chill out. Just breathe," he sighed, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to the mole near Makishima's mouth.

"Seriously, this is the shit I do all the time at work. If you freak out now you're gonna have a hell of a time handling my occupation. I fly helicopters over volcanoes and shit, babe. Some shitty skinheads in a country that doesn't allow concealed carry isn't really gonna get me down. Now we're here to buy a bike, right? Not melt sacks of peas. If you're that worried about it, clean my face up yourself so you can see I'm fine. Put some bandaids on my boo-boos."