Halfway through his greeting, his hand was grabbed by Sean Quinn, who pulled him over. "Your hand is injured... It's covered in blood, can't you see? Supervisor Chandler, have someone get the first-aid kit, quick..."
At the boss's command, a waiter quickly went to retrieve the first-aid kit.
Sean Quinn pushed Reaper Yates down into a chair. Reaper glanced at the bloody wound on his hand and grinned. "I'm fine. It's just a minor injury... Don't make such a big deal out of it..."
"Shut up. Can't you stop trying to solve everything with Martial Force? After all these years, tell me, how many times have you gotten hurt? You always manage to end up in such a sorry state... You're almost thirty, why are you still so reckless? The most important thing, before you do anything else, is to take care of yourself... Can you give me one less thing to worry about?"
In that moment, Sean Quinn was nagging nonstop, nothing like his usual quiet and taciturn self.
