[The eye-contact feels like Too Much, somehow. Archie's gaze drops to Reggie's mouth without him even really thinking about it.]
The party. [He grips the doorjamb, blunt fingernails digging into the wood, more for something to hold onto than for actual support.] In the hallway.
You. [The words stop and start, frustrating. He's not extraordinarily articulate even on good days—song lyrics are one thing, writing it down and going back later and erasing and reshuffling and it's the music that gets stuck in his head first, the poetry just follows—but right now he's having trouble with voicing everything that comes crashing through his head when he's lying awake, lonely and too hot.
He finally manages to flick his eyes back up to Reggie's.] You.
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The party. [He grips the doorjamb, blunt fingernails digging into the wood, more for something to hold onto than for actual support.] In the hallway.
You. [The words stop and start, frustrating. He's not extraordinarily articulate even on good days—song lyrics are one thing, writing it down and going back later and erasing and reshuffling and it's the music that gets stuck in his head first, the poetry just follows—but right now he's having trouble with voicing everything that comes crashing through his head when he's lying awake, lonely and too hot.
He finally manages to flick his eyes back up to Reggie's.] You.