[ Reggie could protest the implication that anyone could take him, argue that no one can make him do anything if he doesn't want to, even here (whether it's true doesn't really matter, he still takes shallow comfort in the belief all the same), but he decides not to bother.

This is the most anyone's ever wanted him, and he'd rather just linger in that feeling. ]

It can wait. [ He strokes Nick's hair. ] I just picked something up while I was out before that I thought maybe you'd like to come home to me wearing. You know... like we talked about.

[ He clears his throat, pulling Nick close and kissing him on the forehead. ]

You can sleep.