[ reki may not realize it, but he knows exactly what to say and what not to say-- maybe not all the time, but there's rarely ever a consistently right answer when it comes to riddle. right now though, he's perfect. when he turns and pulls riddle into an embrace they've shared countless times before under countless other circumstances, the complicated mess of feelings start slowly unraveling.

with a tiny, anguished little noise, he presses his face in deeper as he clings to him like a small animal would its mother, red nails twisting into the other boy's shirt in a silent demand to stay where he is. riddle has the heart of a crybaby, it wouldn't be the first time reki's seen him so vulnerable and hurt that he loses sight of his so-called regal bearing to wail like a child-- but he doesn't do that right now, as much as he wants to. ]

...I want to talk to Cherry.

[ his tone is petulant but determined. he clearly has Some Shit on his mind. ]

He'll know who Adam really is. He can tell us where he lives.

[ curious how this suddenly turned into a 'we'. ]

We'll go there. I'll bring a kitchen knife.

[ oh ]