Nah.

[ It'll probably hurt later, but right now Reggie barely feels it. He didn't cut himself too deeply, but hitting the mirror definitely did some damage that dropping a couple dishes wouldn't.

Reggie shrugs, glancing up finally. ]

It's not even that deep, this was just the only thing I could find to wrap it with.

[ Reggie wets his lips too, idly, moving over so there's room on the couch for Derek to sit if he wants to. If Reggie knew Derek was a werewolf, this would probably be time he'd ask if he could still smell Nick somewhere -- not just his scent, but him -- but all Reggie does instead is stare at his hands for a couple more quiet seconds. Exhales. Shakes his head. ]

Um, so-- [ He pauses, but only briefly. ] If Nick doesn't come back, can I contract with you?

[ Given their relationship it feels slightly awkward to ask, a somewhat loaded question with vaguely embarrassing implications, but for the moment, Reggie intends it entirely pragmatically. ]

Not that I think he won't come back, I just... you know, like, just in case, right?