Wyoming always had a rather… complicated relationship when it came to other people. Just about anyone could tell you that he was an ass and condescending most of the time and sarcastic with a bad idea of what a joke was for the rest. Which, admittedly, was rather true when it came to those he met on and off the MoI. However, there were a few exceptions to his usual attitude, or at the very least toned down, which were those who he respected. Florida was one of those individuals, a man who he had gained his respect despite the agent’s demeanor; which was well founded with how the fellow agent performed his duties while having a deceptively pleasant demeanor on and off the field. It was hard to read the man’s feelings when he seemed to only speak in a relaxed tone of voice, which meant reading his body language and expressions would yield better results. Despite that relatively minor challenge for interacting with Florida, Wyoming tended to enjoy the other man’s company. At the very least, he got along rather well, often spending time quietly sharing drinks and jokes with one another. They had even shared each other’s names, he was surprised that Butch had shared his name due to all his general secrecy when it came to multiple matters. Overall, Butch was definitely one of the more favorable people to have a conversation with, with him the mustached man could hear himself think. Normally, he would have kept these feelings subtle or entirely to himself but one day he finds himself complementing Butch under the influence of a couple of drinks on shore leave late at night. At first, he tries to change the subject, but he finds himself talking about Florida again, unable to get the man off his drunken mind. Ultimately, he finds himself confessing that he’s unsure about whether his feelings for Florida are platonic or more intimate or some mix of the two. After a few more drinks, he confesses that a platonic feeling is probably the safe bet, but time will tell if it changes in the future. He doesn’t truly remember how Butch reacted or really what he said, Reginald was selfish in that way, wanting to get his feelings out without the regard for how the other person felt. After a few moments of enjoying his drink, he bid his fellow agent a good night and decided it was time for him to head off before he got even more carried away. He never asked what Butch felt about the experience, not even once everyone was back on the ship, he merely tried to figure out how he truly felt about the other man. But perhaps it wasn’t meant to be, for he was truly selfish.