[Rean hangs his head a little at the arm rub. Your sympathy is appreciated, Elliot. Two bros, casually touching each other, having no sense of personal space because they're not gay.]

Someone had to take one for the team... right...?

[...We'll go with that.]

No, I can handle this, I think. Besides, you're always the one handling our meals and such. I think it's high time you get treated for once.

[...If he can make this work, that is! Onion tear gas is a treat for no one at all.

But he's already getting to work setting up his little prep area, and starting to slice and dice the ingredients. At least this part he probably can't mess up. Rean knows a blade better than most, after all.]