[ Michael isn't dressed half as well as Reggie, in some shitty plaid yellow number over a white tanktop and terrible mustard pants, but hey, clothes are clothes. Reggie doesn't look all that excited by his welcome back gifts, and Michael feels a brief flutter of panic in his chest as he wonders if he's done something wrong. He figured Reggie would love some free booze, partially because of how into vodka he was the other night and partially because Michael sucked at getting real drinks before and figured this might lead to a compliment on what a cool dude he's becoming, and his boss sold him a pretty strong sales pitch on why weed is better than any money he could've earned from overtime. But.

Whatever? It is what it is. If he's coming on too strong, he doesn't notice. He never does, not completely. He takes a deep breath, rubs his shoulder to ease out some of the tension and smiles at Reggie, big and wide. ]

I'll totally come inside. [ He stands on his toes to look over Reggie's shoulder, curious about the inside of his place and maybe just a little bit interested in creeping through his shit. Thankfully, he realizes that Reggie wasn't really extending an invitation so much as just being polite, so he drops his feet flat against the ground again, not really sure what to do next. Kind of hard to game someone into liking you when you don't know what they want. ]

Or - maybe we should go hang out? And... you can invite me back later tonight? If you want to?

[ Said - with - cautious optimism? ]