[Oh, he thinks at the sound of his name, sucking a sharp breath of his own that likewise rattles around unpleasantly in his lungs and threatens to burst back out again with prickling force — and abruptly he realizes what he was looking for, red hair and a catlike stance and a pair of eyes that even amnesia couldn't make him forget.]

Reno —

[They don't call each other by their names; it feels strange to do it now. Wrong, somehow, as though it wouldn't be altogether more jarring to hear loverboy or handsome in the midst of a moment like this.]

M'fine — seven hells, you're alive — m'not, m'not fine, I'm just saying that so you'll not ask me any more about it —

[Like that's going to work. But he picks up the pace regardless of the way his body screams with the pain of it, now spurred on with a clear and present mission before his eyes.]

Inside, now — be mad at me once we both can breathe, aye?