Makishima felt sick to his stomach. Even with Reno holding onto his face as he was to help prove he really was okay and in one piece he couldn't help but think about what could have gone wrong. He reached up and held onto the jacket he'd bought Reno and allowed his hands to tighten into fists around the red fabric.
He knew he shouldn't worry about the what if's, but he couldn't help that.
"S-sho..." He looked at the split on Reno's lip that was still bleeding slightly and then to the scrape on Reno's cheek that also needed some attention. Fixing him up was something Makishima could do. He heaved a sigh, forcing himself to calm down as much as he could so he could take back some control on the situation. Taking one of Reno's hands in his, he pulled him over to the counter where Josh was laying out some alcohol pads and a few band-aids.
"You want the bike I showed you, sho?" Makishima spoke quietly as he tore open the small packets of alcohol towelettes. His hands were trembling slightly.
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He knew he shouldn't worry about the what if's, but he couldn't help that.
"S-sho..." He looked at the split on Reno's lip that was still bleeding slightly and then to the scrape on Reno's cheek that also needed some attention. Fixing him up was something Makishima could do. He heaved a sigh, forcing himself to calm down as much as he could so he could take back some control on the situation. Taking one of Reno's hands in his, he pulled him over to the counter where Josh was laying out some alcohol pads and a few band-aids.
"You want the bike I showed you, sho?" Makishima spoke quietly as he tore open the small packets of alcohol towelettes. His hands were trembling slightly.