Eli had every right to be angry. His life had been shit for months. And now he was trying to help someone who asked for his fucking help and in return she'd busted his nose. No good deed went unpunished.
His stress and frustration melted away a bit as Jayne intercepted him and kissed him, offering to get him some ice. "Thanks, princess," he murmured. "You're an angel." No, people shouldn't get used to it, even if the Laskos had for a long time.
Max lowered himself slowly into one of the chairs set up in the garage. "Go change, ice your nose some more, get some sleep," he suggested to is brother. "I got this for now. I'll wake you up when I need sleep."