[ Reggie isn't as dumb as most people think he is, but it also doesn't take any kind of genius -- socially or otherwise -- to decipher what's happening here, which is that his plan to keep his feelings for Archie at a distance even as they've been fooling around is backfiring catastrophically. He just stands there, hands hanging loosely clenched at his sides and mouth slightly open as if he already has a retort or objection ready, but he has nothing that he's ready to say.
Which, it's important to note, is quite different than not knowing what he could say, because Reggie can think of several options to that effect; I don't really know how to talk about it, or, This was easier when I figured I had no shot with you, or I like you a lot and maybe it's weird to say, but how the hell has that not been clear enough already?
Or even just Sorry, I'm an idiot.
But he can't say any of that, obviously he can't, so Reggie clenches his jaw, tense and frustrated, leaning his arm on the doorjam as if in thought. ]
Well. [ His lips press briefly into a tighter line, and he rubs his palm over his mouth. ] Whatever. You know where to find me if you change your mind, gloomy roomie.
[ At which point Reggie moves back from the door so he can continue down the hallway to his own room, also feeling weird and stupid, and numb, and vaguely sick. This has got to be solvable-- every problem is, always, but at the moment Reggie has no idea where to even start. Right now the only solution seems to be space, but the rest will have to get figured out eventually. Or maybe it won't. ]
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Which, it's important to note, is quite different than not knowing what he could say, because Reggie can think of several options to that effect; I don't really know how to talk about it, or, This was easier when I figured I had no shot with you, or I like you a lot and maybe it's weird to say, but how the hell has that not been clear enough already?
Or even just Sorry, I'm an idiot.
But he can't say any of that, obviously he can't, so Reggie clenches his jaw, tense and frustrated, leaning his arm on the doorjam as if in thought. ]
Well. [ His lips press briefly into a tighter line, and he rubs his palm over his mouth. ] Whatever. You know where to find me if you change your mind, gloomy roomie.
[ At which point Reggie moves back from the door so he can continue down the hallway to his own room, also feeling weird and stupid, and numb, and vaguely sick. This has got to be solvable-- every problem is, always, but at the moment Reggie has no idea where to even start. Right now the only solution seems to be space, but the rest will have to get figured out eventually. Or maybe it won't. ]