[ This really, really sucks. Reggie already hates sharing like this, feeling this vulnerable like some kind of weak sissy, and he hates even more that it does help to talk about it. Even if just a little.
And he's not overly emotional when it comes to this sort of thing, or at least-- not outwardly. His demeanor is a bit melancholy and serious, sure, and his voice is a little softer than usual, a little hoarse, but the tone is flat and even. Reggie's not even close to shedding tears.
He looks at Derek, quiet, just listening for the moment. ]
Well, that does make me feel a lot better about my love troubles... [ But, uh. Also? Huge yikes? ] But hey, it's like they always say: fourth time's the charm, right?
[ Reggie's not always great at like, verbal comfort, he doesn't know how to respond to information like this in an emotionally healthy, useful way, but maybe Derek's also like Reggie in that he wouldn't want that, anyway.
But it puts a lot more about Derek into perspective, hearing all that. Reggie feels a tight twist in his stomach and his chest, like he often does around Derek -- feeling sorry for him, and fascinated by him, intimidated by him and vaguely in awe of him, all at the same time -- except now it's mixed with something else, too.
He really picked the worst fucking time to say they could stop doing whatever it is they'd been doing. ]
And look, just shut up. Never mind. It doesn't matter what he said.
[ Reggie looks at Derek, then leans halfway over his lap, tilting his head to kiss him. It's warm and needy, though hesitant-- and guilty, obviously. He pulls away again after a few seconds, biting at the corner of his lip but not really moving away, or looking away. ]
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And he's not overly emotional when it comes to this sort of thing, or at least-- not outwardly. His demeanor is a bit melancholy and serious, sure, and his voice is a little softer than usual, a little hoarse, but the tone is flat and even. Reggie's not even close to shedding tears.
He looks at Derek, quiet, just listening for the moment. ]
Well, that does make me feel a lot better about my love troubles... [ But, uh. Also? Huge yikes? ] But hey, it's like they always say: fourth time's the charm, right?
[ Reggie's not always great at like, verbal comfort, he doesn't know how to respond to information like this in an emotionally healthy, useful way, but maybe Derek's also like Reggie in that he wouldn't want that, anyway.
But it puts a lot more about Derek into perspective, hearing all that. Reggie feels a tight twist in his stomach and his chest, like he often does around Derek -- feeling sorry for him, and fascinated by him, intimidated by him and vaguely in awe of him, all at the same time -- except now it's mixed with something else, too.
He really picked the worst fucking time to say they could stop doing whatever it is they'd been doing. ]
And look, just shut up. Never mind. It doesn't matter what he said.
[ Reggie looks at Derek, then leans halfway over his lap, tilting his head to kiss him. It's warm and needy, though hesitant-- and guilty, obviously. He pulls away again after a few seconds, biting at the corner of his lip but not really moving away, or looking away. ]
... Sorry, I know we just-- but...