[Archie stops, but the embarrassment and urge to escape to save face makes him stiff, standing there. His mouth opens and closes a few time, as he flounders to explain (even to himself.)] I don't know, I— [He wets his lips, and then the stiffness bleeds out of him, shoulders slumping.] I'm stupid. I don't know.
[Well, that's not dramatic or anything.
The problem is that he doesn't even recognize the fact that there's a void in him that he's been trying desperately to fill since back when Ms Grundy left. A few stray kisses at a party while too drunk to care about what they might mean, what might happen after, were different than say... Valerie. Or Veronica.
Or Reggie.
And if Reggie doesn't care, then... then... he doesn't know. Maybe getting this drunk was a bad idea, somehow.]
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[Well, that's not dramatic or anything.
The problem is that he doesn't even recognize the fact that there's a void in him that he's been trying desperately to fill since back when Ms Grundy left. A few stray kisses at a party while too drunk to care about what they might mean, what might happen after, were different than say... Valerie. Or Veronica.
Or Reggie.
And if Reggie doesn't care, then... then... he doesn't know. Maybe getting this drunk was a bad idea, somehow.]