That's one way to put it, sure. That definitely would never happen with him sober.
[ It's a simple explanation... but that's fine. The last thing Reggie wants is to go over any details, so he's more than happy to move on and avoid tempting Derek to try and push for any more of said details.
Derek's combative stubbornness ironically helps to cool Reggie's frustration, though; Reggie's often a bit of a drama-loving troublemaker by nature, and this situation has reached a point where he sees a big green light to fuck with Derek flashing in front of him. The defensive is a boring and often disconcerting place to be-- Reggie certainly doesn't like it, preferring either offense or to simply be unflappable, if not a spectator, so if he's uncomfortable of course he'd prefer to turn that right around. He raises one eyebrow, high; oh, so this is how it's going to be, huh?
Reggie cuts his gaze briefly to look Derek over, at least as much as he can see from this close up, then meets his eyes again, brow still raised, and shrugs very slowly. He makes no renewed effort to move Derek, leaning back and bending one leg at the knee to rest against the wall like he could be comfortable hanging out there for hours. ]
And I dunno. Haven't really decided yet.
[ He does know, obviously, and is only being obnoxious about it on purpose now; the answer is "nothing." Reggie's plans at the moment mostly just involve avoiding Tate or at least speaking to Tate as much as possible. He tilts his head, eyebrows raising higher in faux-curiosity. ]
no subject
[ It's a simple explanation... but that's fine. The last thing Reggie wants is to go over any details, so he's more than happy to move on and avoid tempting Derek to try and push for any more of said details.
Derek's combative stubbornness ironically helps to cool Reggie's frustration, though; Reggie's often a bit of a drama-loving troublemaker by nature, and this situation has reached a point where he sees a big green light to fuck with Derek flashing in front of him. The defensive is a boring and often disconcerting place to be-- Reggie certainly doesn't like it, preferring either offense or to simply be unflappable, if not a spectator, so if he's uncomfortable of course he'd prefer to turn that right around. He raises one eyebrow, high; oh, so this is how it's going to be, huh?
Reggie cuts his gaze briefly to look Derek over, at least as much as he can see from this close up, then meets his eyes again, brow still raised, and shrugs very slowly. He makes no renewed effort to move Derek, leaning back and bending one leg at the knee to rest against the wall like he could be comfortable hanging out there for hours. ]
And I dunno. Haven't really decided yet.
[ He does know, obviously, and is only being obnoxious about it on purpose now; the answer is "nothing." Reggie's plans at the moment mostly just involve avoiding Tate or at least speaking to Tate as much as possible. He tilts his head, eyebrows raising higher in faux-curiosity. ]
Maybe that you stopped by?