If this was any other time and Reno was anyone else, Rufus wouldn't have tolerated anyone calling him that. But he had spent the last two years wasting away, watching black sores spread painfully across his skin. He had felt himself fade away each day as the disease ate at him.

He doesn't answer right away as he looks at himself in the mirror with Reno holding back his hair like that, a smirk on his lips. He still hadn't regained all the weight he had lost but Reno was right. He was hot, his skin unblemished once more and he was going to enjoy this. "Yes, I like that. I'm sure you'll find something to hold it back."