[oh no -- shit, oh no? growing up nerdy and asthmatic and into Lord of the Rings, Magnus knows what boys like Reggie look for. he knows they look for reactions, which is what the crest of colour coming up on his face, bright and pink even behind all that messy hair, absolutely is. why's this guy talking about -- "getting sticky" with him, holy sif, it's so embarrassing, who talks like that? why isn't he just giving him the shades literally on his head so he can stop standing here like a dumbass?]

[does he need to come inside to make this happen? haltingly, he does, but then also probably says the wrong thing]

We -- we borrow each other's stuff, a lot, he doesn't mind. But losing them, um, he'd mind. And like I said, I've literally lost like, the pants I was wearing here? So.

[also, he's hopelessly in love with Alex Fierro, and would have walked across a burning field of coals to retrieve these hideous sunglasses for him on principle, not just because he'll get his ass beat if he loses them]

So, I wanted to make sure I got them back.

[like, maybe, that could happen?]