[ It's complicated, truly, to navigate the line between weird athlete rituals and latent-ish bisexuality, and Reggie has always been rather clumsy in his efforts even before he actually knew the latter about himself.

Sometimes he wishes he still didn't know, because it kind of complicates everything in a way Reggie's not especially equipped to analyze, including and perhaps even especially his friendship with Archie. He's always loved the guy, but not in-- or maybe a...?

Well, fuck it. He doesn't know, so Reggie determines to just do what he always does in these situations and simply refuse to overthink it. Awkwardness is at least one of those emotion states he's practically immune to feeling, so "going with the flow" seems like a perfectly reasonable strategy to him, even for this.

Reggie lets Archie in with his usual devil may care grin, leading his friend upstairs toward his room. ]

Don't worry about that-- like I ever invite people over when my parents are home.

[ Luckily his parents are often not home. He gives Archie's shoulder a playful shove. ]

Relax, bro. You're not getting cold feet on me yet, are you?