“I want it.”
Reggie slapped a hand over his eyes. “You’re killing me here, you know that right?”
Is couldn’t smother the grin. “Killing myself, too.” He swallowed. “Come here.” Then he shook his head. “Forget that, I’m coming to you.” He went to Reggie, hugging him close and putting his face in the crook of his neck. “It’s you and me, Reg. Always has been.”