And Reno was... well, laughing, really, though it was a faintly unhinged laugh, something manic and a little too tired. He turned down one alley, carried her right up a wall, started skipping entire streets by just leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

Yeah, if she wanted him to run, Reno could run.

But odds were he was going to keel over and maybe just die once he got to the HQ and got Rude or someone to watch her for a bit.

At the very least, he'd change his clothes and shower. Fuck.