[ It was hard not to bury his face into black hair. He didn't care about the mako, or mess that it might make, just that nothing else could lay a hand on this man in his arms. That nothing ever should have--but now wasn't the time. Zack started to slough the mako from his lungs, and Reno made space, tipping Zack to give him space to cough it up and letting his head loll to one side to keep an eye on his status. One wayward glance was shot to Rude and Cloud, but he dare not look away for too long, for fear that Zack might disappear again somehow.

His lips curled into a grin and he just gave the other a quick, harsh pat on the back to help with getting the Mako up. He was nice enough to smooth over any possible sting or ache by rubbing his hand up and down along his back after, though. ]

Leave it to a SOLDIER to get sloppy-drunk and make a Turk show him how it's done, yo. Need some help gettin' back onto your feet? We gotta get outta here fast.