The two of them exchange punches, but with the laughing one straddling the angry one's twisting body, it's fairly clear who is likeliest to walk away from this one.

He looks up at Bryce and grins.

"Hey," he says merrily in a noticeable Brooklyn accent, "you want some too? I'm easy!"

The boy under him, disinclined to be ignored, snarls and fists a hand in his shirt to drag him into headbutt range. The resulting blow does nothing at all to diminish the New Yorker's laughter.