He understood the logic of sticking together, but it still chaffed more than it should. Reyes had been out on more than his fair share of dangerous mission while Jack entertaining the political circles. This wasn't the time to prove he could handle himself in combat still, not with Reyes blowing stitches and spitting up blood. He would bide his time; he could be patience and his anger was not one that forgot easily.

"Yours are much more serious," he quipped back as he moved to a better position to have light on the wound on Gabe's side that needed attending. "Just breathe. We might have to consider draining your chest again if you keep coughing up blood." Not a prospect he was looking forward to as it could collapse Gabe's lung all over again.

He set to work slipping three sutures back into place on Gabe's side, being as firm but gentle as he can. "I'll always be a jackass to you."