Not only was the nose still bandage, Leon had seemingly adopted a full-on Fresh-from-the-battlefield look, with new bandages climbing up his arms, which were bare under his jacket. He didn't pause for Cloud's question, instead walked right over to the blonde and put a friendly hand on the other man's shoulder.

"Hey yourself." Seeing this particular face--one that recognized him--was both a relief (to have a friend here) and a pain (still fresh; knowing it would inevitably end). Leon raises two fingers to graze lightly against his still-smarting nose, mouth thinning. "I got on the wrong end of a punch."