Rodeo was glad he was wearing the bulletproof vest under his clothes when Cutter's elbow slammed against his stomach, as the force was enough to make him double over with a breathless laugh. He reckoned Cutter had gotten stronger over the years they'd been apart-- the other man had always been a powerhouse, but Rodeo definitely had a feeling that the present condition of the world had bulked him up further. Rodeo struggled with him, gritting his teeth a little and letting out a strangled howl of laughter when he nearly tripped over the curb while Cutter shook him off. He lifted a hand to his brother's cheek, giving it a couple rough pats, joking half-slaps, all of it so familiar and easy.
"Ain't we all just in deep fuckin' shit, man?" Rodeo grinned, before he drew his own cigarette from his mouth, breathing out a puff of smoke. "You been in the city all this time, or you just get here? Where you stayin'? What the fuck were you doin' with that map?" Rodeo fired off, too hyper to curb his questions.