[ He's quiet, brows knitting very slightly as he just sits there in contemplative silence while continuing to hold her hand; at some point Reggie's gaze drops briefly to their interlaced fingers, almost as if he's just now noticing for the first time, but he doesn't let go.
Doesn't pull away.
Just takes a deep, slow breath and swipes his free hand through his sleep-mussed hair, also trying to understand what just happened to him almost as much as Alina is, despite having been the one to have experienced it.
At length, in a lower, softer tone, he finally says: ]
... I dunno how to explain it, Alina. [ He shakes his head in a way that's vaguely apologetic, lifting his eyes back up to hers. ] I really don't.
[ she smiles. it's strained by all of the things that she doesn't understand after dumping herself on his floor and worrying over him for a day and a half, but —
but it's a smile. she releases his hand, stands. ]
I'll heat up something you can eat. I'm sure you're starving. And if you want to talk, we can talk, and if you don't, that's fine.
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Doesn't pull away.
Just takes a deep, slow breath and swipes his free hand through his sleep-mussed hair, also trying to understand what just happened to him almost as much as Alina is, despite having been the one to have experienced it.
At length, in a lower, softer tone, he finally says: ]
... I dunno how to explain it, Alina. [ He shakes his head in a way that's vaguely apologetic, lifting his eyes back up to hers. ] I really don't.
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[ she smiles. it's strained by all of the things that she doesn't understand after dumping herself on his floor and worrying over him for a day and a half, but —
but it's a smile. she releases his hand, stands. ]
I'll heat up something you can eat. I'm sure you're starving. And if you want to talk, we can talk, and if you don't, that's fine.