[That does seem to be the undercurrent of this whole ill-advised idea, doesn't it? That notion of feeling right. The way he likes it just a little too much when Reno hangs on just a little too long and he wants to lean back into him again, maybe start this all over for an encore to the performance. It means he's more than a little grateful when the prospect of a task arises, and he briskly turns his attention to helping Reno put his costume back together, happy to have something to do with his hands.

It also means he gets ample opportunity to steal some smoothing-out touches of his own, from stroking out the hasty wrinkles in the shirt to bringing the opposite ends of the holster back together and securing it into place. He could've done that one-handed too, probably, but no need to show off.]

I'm bound for the roof, aye. Want to see what's in the rest of these rooms first, though. It seems as though a lot of the secrets around here have their roots in this set of buildings.

[With the cleaner of his two hands, he reaches up and ruffles Reno's hair; luckily it's generally messy enough that telling the difference between sex hair and his typical style should be fairly difficult, if not impossible.]

I assume you're off to find a change of clothes. Don't spook any other handsome strangers along the way, or I daresay I might get jealous.