"you need me to hold your hand so you can read the instructions?" "it helps me concentrate!" is Luke/Reggie and it works either way so...
Reggie comes tearing into the studio like a hurricane, flushed and gasping for air.
"Luke! Luke, I got it!"
"Got what, Reg?" Luke teases, grinning around the pick in his mouth. He wiggles his eyebrows. "Laid?"
He certainly looks the part, with his windblown hair and his big bright eyes and his red, red cheeks. His breath is still coming in short bursts through parted lips, and his flannel is falling off of his shoulders.
He's excited about something.
"Screw you—" Reggie flushes further as Luke wiggles his eyebrows some more. "Not like that. No, this is better!"
Luke hums, setting his guitar aside. He plucks the pick out of his mouth.
"So, on your scale from sex to pizza—"
Reggie's laughter bubbles out of him. He ducks his head, but he's definitely smiling.
"Shut up, okay, I stand by what I said. Sex can be good but I don't, like, seek it out, you know? But I want pizza all the time! The obvious conclusion: pizza is better."