Heiji, apparently, wasn't in the mood for light conversation. The instant they were both safe and the footsteps of the robots had receded, he threw his arms around Snake and hugged him.

"You dummy! You coulda gotten yourself killed!" There were any number of emotions Snake might have read from his voice: worry, relief, exasperation. But there was something else there, too, which surfaced more strongly as Heiji went on. He dabbed some cloth against Snake's forehead, cleaning away some of the blood.

"I can't believe you pulled a crazy stunt like that..." Maybe Snake couldn't see the way Heiji was looking at him -- admiring, in a way that he'd never quite looked at Snake before. It was one thing to be smart or talented or handsome. It was quite another to risk your life for someone else.