Having heard about the state to which Reggie could get and seeing it were two very different things. When she walked into the room after Crystal, also immediately denoting the faintly funky smell in the air, there was an overwhelming sense of defeat and despair in the air. "Oh, wow, I'm the cavalry nice!" She exclaimed, approaching the foot of the bed and sitting on it sideways. The approach now seemed to be a bit of tough love with a lace of comedy, which was fine with her. Not her method, but then this was not her sibling.
She was just about to make a joke about gay blades being just as good when Reggie mentioned wanting to look like a bear. "Nonsense, you'd be the most adorable bear ever. Unless you mean the kind that is a little heavier and likes to frequent gay bars looking like a hillbilly trucker. Which is kind of radical a change, but whatever."
I sleep with women, they leave. The sentence had such despair to it Desi almost broke her strong facade and pouted. Of course a moment later Reggie was actually addressing her, and she...really didn't have an answer that didn't break the code of no pitying - because she was here because she had seen her own sister go through something like this, she hadn't let her drown in sorrow and neither would Reggie. That felt a little heavier than what the present mood required, though. "I, um...have a..." She looked to Crystal, then Reggie, and then shrugged. "soft spot for Snow Whites. Don't worry about it."