Reno winces as he feels your cold fingers sliding under his jacket, on his exposed upper chest area. You were placing a band-aid there. It seems like his last encounter with Cloud didn’t exactly end well for him.

Well, speaking of Cloud, he’d be probably real mad at you for even approaching that moron.

He was avoiding your gaze at all costs, his pride too huge to even say something close to a ‘thank you’, but he was grateful deep inside.

"You know you’re not winning anything for that, right ?" He mumbles with a scowl on his face. Why would you even help a Turk ?