[ The helmet isn't unsettling for Reggie, especially not a few drinks in-- sure, he might have found it a bit odd the first time they spoke, but now? Reggie, especially drunk Reggie, loves an opportunity to stare at himself.
Which he does now, after he beelines over to where Woden's sitting as soon as Reggie's noticed he's arrived. ]
Hey, dude! Glad you made it!
[ But while Reggie had invited him sincerely, there's one major reason he's glad Woden is here, and it's not Woden himself. Reggie sits down, close, slinging his arm over the back of the couch. ]
Lookin' good. [ He might be saying that to his reflection though. ] So. Can I get a hit?
A.
Which he does now, after he beelines over to where Woden's sitting as soon as Reggie's noticed he's arrived. ]
Hey, dude! Glad you made it!
[ But while Reggie had invited him sincerely, there's one major reason he's glad Woden is here, and it's not Woden himself. Reggie sits down, close, slinging his arm over the back of the couch. ]
Lookin' good. [ He might be saying that to his reflection though. ] So. Can I get a hit?