[Mean, Nick, but he's being honest. The girls at the Academy - Prudence, with her sharp eyes and her long legs, for instance - blow Betty out of the water.]
There is something inside of her that's building. Something dark. That's what I'm attracted to.
[Physically, Nick thinks that Reggie is far better looking, conventionally and unconventionally. He's more interesting to look at.
But Betty's darkness is interesting. It's common in witches, but in mortals? He's never seen it.]
[ That gets a bit of a laugh from Reggie at first, overall more lazy than snide, but it's still a little implicitly mean-spirited. He doesn't hate Betty or anything -- thinks of her as somewhat uptight, self-righteous, and maybe a little disturbed, but doesn't hate her -- but that doesn't mean a vaguely biting comment like that won't still amuse him.
He also doesn't find that darkness attractive, what of it he's heard about or seen for himself. It unsettles him a bit, frankly, but he won't say that. ]
[He takes Reggie's hands and puts them on his chest, just for a moment. This is intimate in a way Nick isn't, usually, with his lovers. This is pillow talk. This is something mortals do.]
It's just that it's interesting in a mortal girl. Especially one like Betty.
[ It's intimate in a way Reggie is used to, yet not like this. Reggie's pillow talk is rarely about getting to know each other -- he either already does know his partner, or isn't especially pressed to get to know them any more than he already does -- and more just casually talking, often about mutually relevant situations.
And Reggie doesn't really talk deeply with his guy friends at all. At least, very rarely.
He imagines Nick would probably enjoy the darkness of Riverdale, though, even if the two of them might still never meet if he visited. Or more likely, they would meet and not get along. ]
Well, it's your funeral. She can be kinda scary when she goes all intense. [ To say the least; aReggie doesn't even know the half of it, either. ] I think I'm pretty normal, though. Definitely above average, but normal.
[He laughs again. He thinks of Betty, and then he thinks of the girls at the Academy, of Prudence, Agatha, and Dorcas, of the witches he knows. Betty might be dark, but he's not afraid of mortal girls.]
I'll keep that in mind.
[He looks at Reggie again.]
You don't bother me, Reggie. You're the best decision I've made in this place.
[That's true. It's not quite romantic, even though the words are tender.]
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She's pretty enough.
[Mean, Nick, but he's being honest. The girls at the Academy - Prudence, with her sharp eyes and her long legs, for instance - blow Betty out of the water.]
There is something inside of her that's building. Something dark. That's what I'm attracted to.
[Physically, Nick thinks that Reggie is far better looking, conventionally and unconventionally. He's more interesting to look at.
But Betty's darkness is interesting. It's common in witches, but in mortals? He's never seen it.]
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He also doesn't find that darkness attractive, what of it he's heard about or seen for himself. It unsettles him a bit, frankly, but he won't say that. ]
Why? Are you some kind of masochist or something?
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[He takes Reggie's hands and puts them on his chest, just for a moment. This is intimate in a way Nick isn't, usually, with his lovers. This is pillow talk. This is something mortals do.]
It's just that it's interesting in a mortal girl. Especially one like Betty.
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And Reggie doesn't really talk deeply with his guy friends at all. At least, very rarely.
He imagines Nick would probably enjoy the darkness of Riverdale, though, even if the two of them might still never meet if he visited. Or more likely, they would meet and not get along. ]
Well, it's your funeral. She can be kinda scary when she goes all intense. [ To say the least; aReggie doesn't even know the half of it, either. ] I think I'm pretty normal, though. Definitely above average, but normal.
[ By his own standards of the term, at least. ]
That doesn't bother you, does it?
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I'll keep that in mind.
[He looks at Reggie again.]
You don't bother me, Reggie. You're the best decision I've made in this place.
[That's true. It's not quite romantic, even though the words are tender.]