#platonic breagan

Reagan: Did your dad ever like… beat you?

Brett: No, he never hit me. My dad is a respected billionaire businessman and he was a debate team champion.

Brett:So he would pick me apart psychologically instead.

Reagan: We need to get that key from them. How good are you at pickpocketing?

Brett: Does this answer your question?

Brett: [Holds out wallet]

Reagan:…

Reagan: Whose wallet is that?

Brett: It’s mine. But I took it out so smooth I that barely even felt it.

Brett, inside Reagan’s head: I’ve answered enough of your questions. Now, it’s your turn to answer one.

Younger Reagan: What is it?

Brett: Why don’t you want to wear a dress?

Younger Reagan:…

Younger Reagan: Because I don’t to look like Gretchen and her stupid friends.

Brett: Reagan, why are you fighting me on this?

Younger Reagan: Just- It doesn’t matter if I dress up. I’m not pretty like Gretchen, mom, and you.

Brett, shocked: That’s ridiculous! You’re beautiful. 

Younger Reagan, serious: I’m not.

Younger Reagan: But that’s okay. I’m the smart one.

Brett: Mmm. The cute busboy doesn’t know that you’re smart. 

Younger Reagan:What?

Brett: He’s been smiling at you since we went here. 

Younger Reagan: He does not! He’s literally several years older.

Brett: Look. One day you’re going to want to date a cute guy like that.

Brett: And when that day comes, you’re going to want to look beautiful, and then you’ll wear a dress.

Younger Reagan:…

Younger Reagan: So, you ever kiss another man?