[ Reggie's happy too, in a way he'd have never expected-- a way that he can barely understand, could never explain even if he tried. But that's okay. He doesn't need to do any of that in order to feel it.

Now his legs start giving way, slowly folding down as Nick's weight sits heavier against him. Reggie lets his face sit against the blankets a little longer until he can breathe again, until his head cools down and the room stops spinning. ]

You're so-- you're good, too. You're the best. [ Said hoarsely, between breaths. ] You probably already know that, but...

[ But so what? Reggie finally leans some weight onto his elbow so he can sit up slightly, to turn his head and try grabbing Nick closer for a messy, affectionate kiss. ]

I dunno why I was ever afraid of this.