SUMMARY: Reginald is a dumb dumb, Dorsey is a dumb dumb, but we been known that. Consider this a making-up lazy f2f from the morning after their fight.
Reg: Fine. I’m fine. It’s fine.
Dorsey: You'll probably get mad for me saying it, but I miss you. I hope you're okay.
You ever get cold and hot at the same time?
Dorsey: That's a symptom of being sick. Where are you? Have you eaten anything?
Reg: I ain’t sick. I don’t get sick. I’m around. Nah.
Dorsey: If you say so. Nah.
Reg: Yeah. Well. Now I’m sweatin so thats...Good I guess. Dunno.
Dorsey: Cold and sweating? Why?
Reg: Yeah. Because I fuckin said so
It’s real fuckin bright outside. Shit.
Dorsey: I'm coming to look for you.
Reg: Fuckin’...Whatever. It won’t take long for you to find me.
Dorsey: Reg.... What the fuck? Look at you-- there is snow in your hair. Get inside! Come here.
Dorsey: It's not fine. You're not fine. I think the fireplace works, I'll get it going and turn on the heater. Your clothes are probably wet. You're going to need to bundle up-- I'll get you blankets. Sit down and get all the wet stuff off.
Reg: You don’t gotta do this
Dorsey: I know. I want to. It's okay.
Reg: I ain’t sick. I just....Shoulda planned better.
Dorsey:Planned better? We'll try to make sure you're not lying to yourself there. Which means food after I finish getting everything set up to warm you up.
Reg: Yea. When I...Came back.
Whatever. Don’t matter. Do what you want.
Dorsey: How long have you been out there?
Dorsey: It matters to me.
Reg: I don’t fuckin know okay? After I left I waited til dark, brought my blanket, and came back.
Dorsey: Reg... I would have let you back in, you know. I still want you here. I missed you so fucking much. It's stupid, I know.
Reg: Well I didn’t fuckin know okay? And I saw the Doc was comin. I just wanted to make sure you was good. Why? I ain’t shit.
Dorsey: I want you to know now. For the future. You're always welcome here. I told her she didn't have to come. You're more than shit, Reg. I see it. I know it. And you matter to me.
Dorsey: Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck, fuck, okay. Do you think I should call Frannie over? Or we can get in a warm shower, try to heat you up faster.
Reg: No. I don’t need no fuckin doctor. Just cmere.
Dorsey: Okay. I've got you. Let me hold you. We can still get in the shower, if you want.
Reg: I don’t know if I can stand.
Dorsey: Then I'll carry you. You can lean on me. Otherwise, all I know is skin on skin is the fastest way to get warm.
Reg: Ain’t nothing wrong with that.
Dorsey: I do want. I'll take my clothes off, then. And cu--uhhh get in the blanket with you.
Reg: C’mere. I don’t want to...Get you sick if I...I mean not that i am
Dorsey: Any time. Gladly. I'll be fine. We're worrying about you right now. Mhm. Tough guy.
Reg: I...Mighta missed you too.
Dorsey: Reg.... That's real nice to hear. I'm right here.
Reg: I know. I dont...I dunno. I ain’t gonna apologize. Don’t mean I was right
Dorsey: It's fine. You don't have to say anything. Or do anything. I'm just glad you're here.
Dorsey: Yeah. We spent a good chunk of time together too. I liked it. The fucking and the hanging out.
Dorsey: Yeah. I did. I like being around you, Reg. And you know you're damned fucking hot. Like next level hot. You have to know you're ace in bed. I don't want you thinking that's all I like about you, though. I like cooking for you, and I liked it when you cooked for me too. I like playing video games with you, and watching movies, and talking about all the shit rich people get to do that we have here now.