[ Whether Reggie outright thinks of it that way -- as a gesture of trust, a compromise -- isn't clear in his expression; he looks at Nick with a guarded sort of curiosity, trying to be careful now to maintain just a bit of emotional distance until, at least, they've moved on from this. Until he's more convinced Nick won't kick him out or something if he gets too uncomfortable thinking Reggie has "feelings." ]
You sure?
[ He thinks about it; what else he could ask, what he wants to know. ]
Cuz I'm not trying to like, figure you out or anything, I just... [ He pauses, and shrugs. ] I wanna do whatever will make you happier. You know, without all that.
[ It isn't an "I love you" (not that Reggie is looking for one), but no one's ever said this to Reggie either. Maybe a long time ago, as dopey kids meeting and discovering for the first time what friendship really was, but certainly not recently. All of Reggie's closest friends still have closer friends than him. ]
Oh. [ Reggie looks back, quiet for a long few seconds before he drops his gaze, nodding. ] You might be mine, too.
[ It's not a bad thing; a little bittersweet, maybe, to feel closer to Nick right now than he does to Archie, one of his best friends and someone whom he's known his whole life, but Nick's also invited Reggie into his life in much more intimate, open way. And it's nice to have that closeness somewhere, from someone. He puts his hand on Nick's. ]
So I didn't-- [ He speaks, between kisses, ] like-- [ kiss, ] ruin this or-- [ kiss, ] --anything for you, right?
[ He says it with a bit of a laugh (or rather, a sharp huff of breath that accompanies the gentle way he smiles into each kiss) so the question sounds more lighthearted than serious. Not like something that's been on his mind ever since Nick confronted him about his "l-word" slip today.
Reggie leans down to kiss him again, cupping Nick's chin in his fist to draw his face closer. He loves being kissed like this, aggressive and greedy and dominating, like Nick needs him to be here just as much as Reggie himself wants to be. ]
You too. You can ask me whatever you want, whenever you want-- I don't really have any secrets anyway.
[He kisses him back, aggressive but not sexual, needy, and oddly possessive. Nick has never had a lover who was his like Reggie is, he's never had a lover who wanted him this much.
[ Nick had said something earlier, about cherishing Reggie's feelings, cherishing the notion (if not the reality) of being loved by him, and that's how Reggie feels now; he might always cherish the idea of being loved, at least just a little but, but more than thatm he cherishes hearing someone tell him they care about him and seem to mean it.
He wraps his arms around Nick, holding him at his lower back, nodding into the kiss-- agreement, reciprocation. ]
Okay.
[ This is different. They're not just descending into frantic undressing and the nearest horizontal surface to fuck until everything else is temporarily forgotten this time, there's really no air of urgency or lust right now. Desperation, but not lust. ]
[He says it easily, as though they're not clinging to each other. He gently separates from Reggie, and goes for his drink, and he smiles a little, and then a lot more.]
[ Reggie leans an arm on the counter, brushing his hair back and smirking a little. ]
You know me. Man of many talents. [ He slaps Nick's ass playfully. ] But maybe I should do it more often, then. Just cuz I'm not bartending anymore doesn't mean my skills gotta go to waste.
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[He looks up an away, a little.]
They talk to us. And help us with magic.
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[ A werewolf, because Reggie totally wants to know if it's a random thing or based on someone's personality, but he cuts himself off. ]
Uh... sorry, we don't have to keep talking about this. I like hearing it, though. I don't really know that much about you.
[ And vice versa, really; they don't do a lot of deep talking about their normal lives. ]
Or witches.
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I'll answer whatever you want.
[That's what Reggie gets, answers from Nick that no one else has.]
Her name is Amalia. She was given to me when I was born.
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You sure?
[ He thinks about it; what else he could ask, what he wants to know. ]
Cuz I'm not trying to like, figure you out or anything, I just... [ He pauses, and shrugs. ] I wanna do whatever will make you happier. You know, without all that.
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You're my closest friend here.
[That means a lot to Nick, who is used to traveling in groups, used to having at least two other people at his side.]
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Oh. [ Reggie looks back, quiet for a long few seconds before he drops his gaze, nodding. ] You might be mine, too.
[ It's not a bad thing; a little bittersweet, maybe, to feel closer to Nick right now than he does to Archie, one of his best friends and someone whom he's known his whole life, but Nick's also invited Reggie into his life in much more intimate, open way. And it's nice to have that closeness somewhere, from someone. He puts his hand on Nick's. ]
Do you really mean that?
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I'm not above lying. But I won't lie to you. If you ask me anything, if I tell you something, I promise. I won't lie to you.
[And he kisses him again.]
I mean that.
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[ He says it with a bit of a laugh (or rather, a sharp huff of breath that accompanies the gentle way he smiles into each kiss) so the question sounds more lighthearted than serious. Not like something that's been on his mind ever since Nick confronted him about his "l-word" slip today.
Reggie leans down to kiss him again, cupping Nick's chin in his fist to draw his face closer. He loves being kissed like this, aggressive and greedy and dominating, like Nick needs him to be here just as much as Reggie himself wants to be. ]
You too. You can ask me whatever you want, whenever you want-- I don't really have any secrets anyway.
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He curls his hands in Reggie's hair.]
You didn't ruin it.
Hey.
I care about you. A lot.
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He wraps his arms around Nick, holding him at his lower back, nodding into the kiss-- agreement, reciprocation. ]
Okay.
[ This is different. They're not just descending into frantic undressing and the nearest horizontal surface to fuck until everything else is temporarily forgotten this time, there's really no air of urgency or lust right now. Desperation, but not lust. ]
I care about you, too. I'm not going anywhere.
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[He says it easily, as though they're not clinging to each other. He gently separates from Reggie, and goes for his drink, and he smiles a little, and then a lot more.]
Besides.
You make amazing drinks.
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You know me. Man of many talents. [ He slaps Nick's ass playfully. ] But maybe I should do it more often, then. Just cuz I'm not bartending anymore doesn't mean my skills gotta go to waste.