[That feels like a cop-out. They were something, definitely. Are? God, what is he doing? He thought it was just... him and Reggie trapped here in a fake comic book world. He never thought more people would come. Actually, honestly, he hadn't thought much of anything he'd just done, because that's who he is. A greedy horrible fuck-up who wants too much from too many people.]
He isn't sure what he even means to say. Even if there were more time to actually process his feelings about this -- all of this -- Reggie goes enough out of his way to try and avoid that sort of thing, meaning he also has no idea what he feels.
He didn't really anticipate more people coming either, although he also hadn't anticipated any of what had occurred even before that. These are uncharted waters. ]
we had fun but dont worry about it I wont tell her if u wont
[Archie lays in bed like a potato staring at his phone for maybe half an eternity before he can't take it anymore and he throws himself out from under the sheets, padding over to Reggie's door.
He raises a hand to knock on it, decides that just feels too weird right now, and calls through it instead:] Reg?
[ It made enough sense to Reggie that Archie might not reply that he didn't even bother worrying about it; he meant what he said enough that he doesn't regret saying it, even if there's still more he didn't say he'd also probably meant just as much.
At the very least, usually he prefers fun that feels a little less short-lived than whatever this turned out to be. But that's how it goes sometimes... needless to say, Reggie's not actually expecting the knock at the door.
He stares at it, waiting a few seconds as he processes the moment, then gets up and crcaks the door open slowly. ]
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uhh
well is she like ur gf or
?
bcuz thats fine
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i don't know it wasn't like
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[That feels like a cop-out. They were something, definitely. Are? God, what is he doing? He thought it was just... him and Reggie trapped here in a fake comic book world. He never thought more people would come. Actually, honestly, he hadn't thought much of anything he'd just done, because that's who he is. A greedy horrible fuck-up who wants too much from too many people.]
what do u mean its fine
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He isn't sure what he even means to say. Even if there were more time to actually process his feelings about this -- all of this -- Reggie goes enough out of his way to try and avoid that sort of thing, meaning he also has no idea what he feels.
He didn't really anticipate more people coming either, although he also hadn't anticipated any of what had occurred even before that. These are uncharted waters. ]
we had fun but
dont worry about it
I wont tell her if u wont
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He raises a hand to knock on it, decides that just feels too weird right now, and calls through it instead:] Reg?
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At the very least, usually he prefers fun that feels a little less short-lived than whatever this turned out to be. But that's how it goes sometimes... needless to say, Reggie's not actually expecting the knock at the door.
He stares at it, waiting a few seconds as he processes the moment, then gets up and crcaks the door open slowly. ]
'Sup?