[ Reggie's still not used to living in this apartment, or sleeping in this bed-- and he's especially not used to waking up in it with company. His head hurts a little, and for once not from a hangover, but rather spending most of the night awake and...
Well, awake. He'll leave it at that for now, because he's not sure how ready he is to recollect exactly what he spent the night doing and with whom yet that's left his body feeling this heavy and sore and weirdly, reluctantly satisfied. Maybe after coffee.
He turns slightly, looking over his shoulder at Jughead before elbowing him gently, voice still mostly slurred with exhaustion when he speaks: ]
➤ fᴏʀ ᴅɪɢᴇsᴛs ( ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀfᴛᴇʀ; ᴀᴜ )
Well, awake. He'll leave it at that for now, because he's not sure how ready he is to recollect exactly what he spent the night doing and with whom yet that's left his body feeling this heavy and sore and weirdly, reluctantly satisfied. Maybe after coffee.
He turns slightly, looking over his shoulder at Jughead before elbowing him gently, voice still mostly slurred with exhaustion when he speaks: ]
Hey. Go make me some coffee.