[ Thancred leans back against the wall, and Reno leans against Thancred. he's careful about it, at least—puts his good side against the wall, tucks himself under Thancred's arm, leans against him at an angle instead of right against his chest. then he puts his face into Thancred's shoulder and exhales a breath that has no right to be as shivery as it is.

it's just—fuck. right? Reno's sense of time is broken somewhere in the middle, somehow like it's been only hours since he last saw Thancred and also like it's been months. it leaves him off-kilter and prickly for it as he resists the urge to bite down on the meat of Thancred's shoulder just to prove to himself that they're both still alive. ]

Broken rib, sprained knee probably. Burned my hand on somethin' earlier, getting up. Misc contusions. [ yes, he says "misc" that way. misk. ] Light concussion, I think. Nothin' major. You?

[ he's seen the way Thancred was limping, and Reno can tell that he's got aches and pains aplenty. he knows Thancred, so he knows he can push through a lot, which is what makes it so concerning that he's letting his pain be visible. or maybe it's just because it's Reno, and Thancred knows he doesn't have to pretend to be fine. ]

I think I'm gonna win this one, but I'll go easy on ya.