A THING

[ He should feel bad, probably. He could be doing all of this on his own. Reggie's doing him a favor, a huge one, in sticking it out this long. Not that Reggie would ever sit it out when the tribe needed help, or trust his little brother not to screw things all to hell without him there to tell him what to do.

Still, it means something that they've come this far together. Especially when Reggie's so (painfully) normal. Delsin can run around leaving trails of neon in his wake and throw himself off buildings with a flutter of pixels or a puff of smoke to soften the landing, take a second for some fast healing and maybe pose with one of the Rowe-mantics who wants a selfie (and man, isn't that awesome?) and be fine, but Reggie needs just as much sleep as he always did. Which is to say, far less than he probably ought to be getting.

But. There's this whole crazy deal with the rabbit girl and her paper powers, some kind of conspiracy that looks like it goes deep and Delsin's getting better at following stuff up on his own, but the girl moves fast and nothing beats cop contacts when you need protected info in a hurry. What the hell, he'll buy Reggie a coffee. And probably a donut, because some opportunities to be a smartass are too good to pass up even when you're saying you're sorry.]

Yo Reg, [he calls, still looking at his phone as he turns the handle and kicks the door open,] I got a -

[Oh sweet fancy Moses.]