I obviously don't h-- Archie, you have to know I don't hate it.

[ Reggie clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes slightly, glancing away in frustration for a moment before he slowly raises his eyes back to meet Archie's. The problem is he doesn't know what he wants, not really; for Reggie's it's always been more abstract than that. He'd never bothered thinking through something like wanting Archie too deeply, because even that at its most vague had always seemed too unrealistic to expect.

And even now with things having changed, it's still hard for him to break that habit. It makes him feel uneasy trying to put a name to what's been going on, and the worst part is that Reggie hasn't even wanted to try and work out why it makes him so uneasy.

So, even knowing -- or at least suspecting -- the general vein of what Archie's asking him now, Reggie answers with: ]

You already know what I want. I thought maybe we could finally bang or something. [ Gesturing with his hands, palms up like a shrug of defeat. ] But since you're obviously in a mood...