[ For Reggie, the thing is just that comfort is complicated for him; he's not great at talking about his feelings, at being open and letting himself be vulnerable, so for him a lot of times it does mean sex. It distracts him and helps him feel less alone, even if it doesn't fix anything.
But sometimes it can just be about company, too. Friendship. He's been discovering that more, ever since he's been able to get closer with Archie, or even Veronica, even Nick, but the problem is he's muddied the line between friendship and sex so much that one usually still leads into the other.
The apartment's not exactly trashed, but it's certainly... askew, some chairs and miscellaneous furniture knocked over, pillows and clothes and other things flung haphazardly around, maybe a dish or two broken in the kitchen. Oh, and a wall mirror-- but otherwise, nothing major. Reggie left the door unlocked, not sure exactly where in the apartment he'd be when Derek showed up, but he's just in the living room, wrapping a towel around his hand. ]
Hey. [ He doesn't look up. ] You want a drink or something?
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But sometimes it can just be about company, too. Friendship. He's been discovering that more, ever since he's been able to get closer with Archie, or even Veronica, even Nick, but the problem is he's muddied the line between friendship and sex so much that one usually still leads into the other.
The apartment's not exactly trashed, but it's certainly... askew, some chairs and miscellaneous furniture knocked over, pillows and clothes and other things flung haphazardly around, maybe a dish or two broken in the kitchen. Oh, and a wall mirror-- but otherwise, nothing major. Reggie left the door unlocked, not sure exactly where in the apartment he'd be when Derek showed up, but he's just in the living room, wrapping a towel around his hand. ]
Hey. [ He doesn't look up. ] You want a drink or something?