Regan barely remembered
bringing up the name of her roommate in conversation with Reed before, but
there was a sense of familiarity, and he clearly knew it, so it must have
happened. Maybe when she was affected by the fairy rings. She’d certainly said
a number of things she wished she could take back, now. “Maple Leaf,” Regan
confirmed with a nod, hoping the pixie wouldn’t hear her and come flying around
the corner. A slow introduction would probably be for the best… if an
introduction had to happen at all. “She doesn’t like people. I mean, humans. It’s
“Because you never
mentioned your father, and I needed something
to pry about. And you keep avoiding the question,” she said simply. Sure, Reed
had provided tidbits of information, saying he had over the phone, but before
that he seemed dead set on avoiding his own mother while they were in the same
city, and Regan wanted to understand why. Looked like he was changing the
subject again, though. Big surprise. How did he expect her to tell him
everything, when he wasn’t willing to reveal anything of himself? Their
situations were a little bit different because she’d gaslighted him for months
and learning about “the supernatural” could just keep him alive—Regan wouldn’t
withhold information anymore, even if she wanted to—but the topic was still
deeply personal to her. And Regan didn’t like feeling like the only one naked. “We
could talk about why you were acting strange online and over the phone instead.
You kept calling me Reggae Rae.” Her
mouth crinkled in distaste at the nickname. Reed was definitely concussed.
“Oh—right. Why you’re
here.” Certainly not any kind of… social call. After what happened. Regan
tailed him over to the table in the living room, plucking a plain white
envelope from it. She handed it to him with an uneasy smile. “Happy birthday. I
was going to, um… personalize it more, but I wasn’t sure what you wanted to
learn more about and—I didn’t want to assume. So I—just open it.”
“That’s really biased,” Reed frowned at that information but then nodded, pursing his lips to one side. Of course not everyone would like humans, or…basic DNA humans, anyway. At this point, Reed didn’t expect very much anymore. It was obvious to him how low humans were on the totem pole.
Accepting the envelope, Reed hesitated opening it and chose to instead feel the contents through the packaging – there was something of semi-hardness inside. A card? His eyebrows pushed down before he looked up at her. “I really don’t see why we have to talk about my mom, I gave you…like…three reasons why I left to Chicago and why I didn’t want to see her.” He saw her at the end, that was good enough – he didn’t want to burden her or stress her out. Reed’s mother always had a knack for detecting when something was bothering him and he didn’t want to leave her by herself with that as a burning question on her mind. “I got high,” He said with a casual shrug, dropping his head down again. At least he was more forthcoming with information than everyone else.
“You didn’t need to get me anything,” He then said, taking a step towards her while extending his arm out, offering her the envelope. The gesture was sweet enough and he did appreciate it, but he didn’t ask for anything and there wasn’t really anything he wanted. “That money is better spent on yourself.”