[ They don't have anywhere to be in a hurry, so Reggie is content with the way they're just sitting here, hanging out and smoking and shooting the shit like they do, but then suddenly Nick is in his lap and his breath stutters a little.
It's cold, and his hands slide to Nick's hips to pull him closer, as if deciding that's what this is about: warming themselves up. It's not, though, and Reggie knows that as well as Nick does, but there's a cloudy, comfortable gauze hanging over his thoughts that makes this feel as natural as anything.
He laughs a little, bumping their foreheads together. ]
Good-- then it's not just me. Maybe Father Blackwood needs the extra help these days.
[ It's a warm buzz, though; Reggie likes how it feels. He looks into Nick's eyes. ]
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It's cold, and his hands slide to Nick's hips to pull him closer, as if deciding that's what this is about: warming themselves up. It's not, though, and Reggie knows that as well as Nick does, but there's a cloudy, comfortable gauze hanging over his thoughts that makes this feel as natural as anything.
He laughs a little, bumping their foreheads together. ]
Good-- then it's not just me. Maybe Father Blackwood needs the extra help these days.
[ It's a warm buzz, though; Reggie likes how it feels. He looks into Nick's eyes. ]