"Come on, handsome... Ain't no harm in at least lookin' around." Rusty insists gently, fingers laced in Reggie's and a nudge of the elbow clearly intended to encourage him to at least... try, to enjoy himself, today. He's not blind to the way Reggie's been hurting, lately. Knows that with Jessie expecting- and perhaps even Sissy having GiGi- there's a lot weighing on him, the kind of loss you don't get over. Rusty likes to pretend he gets it- he lost Lee, after all- but here, with his hand in another man's it's not the same- He'd managed, after time and effort- to find somewhere different- but happy, just the same.
Reggie aches. Rusty can't fix it- and doesn't want to pretend he knows how to. Hopes at the least- he knows he's there for him. "Why don't we poke around? See if there's not somethin' worth puttin' up on the wall in your place- or somethin' to fancy up that desk of yours, once you get back to work." the offer's half-hearted. concern's biting at him, still. He leans up, steals a kiss gently. "Or we can sit down a minute? I'll talk t' Ms. O'Grady and get you somethin' to snack on, and we can talk. About what's gnawin' on you these days?"
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