I think this is the end. Although I'm not certain. At all. Writer's block kind of claimed this fic in the end.
Reg was finding this Fresh Start meeting quite unusually difficult. He guessed the cause was Nobby's offensively knowing smiles from the opposite side of the room. And the fact that everyone else could see and, quite probably interpret those smiles. They were about as subtle as Nobby got, and therefore as obvious and hopeless as a squirrel with a nut allergy.
All the same Reg rather liked Nobby's smile. It was interesting, to say the least. Did I just think that?
Nobby was winking now. Reg gave up on his small speech ('Why undead does not mean unalive') and tried talking to Lupine. Which was a mistake. Werewolves were the only people who could out-leer Nobby. Must stop thinking about Nobby...Reg mentally noted. Even if we are...
'How has your week been?'
Lupine grinned. 'Oh, you know Reg. Same old, same old. Yours has been more interesting though, hasn't it? I can smell it.'
Reg just stared for a few seconds before muttering, 'no, that'll be the new preserving chemicals I've been trying.'
Lupine rolled his eyes. 'Of course.' He leaned in and whispered in mock-conspirator tones, 'I think Nobby would like to talk to you now. I'm sure he is a very crucial part of the cause.'
Reg really didn't know what to say as the werewolf winked and walked away.
'Something wrong Reg?'
Reg looked at Nobby. He was, fortunately, in his Watch uniform, and not in any kind of Beti-related garb. All the same...
'What are we doing Nobby?'
'Us, Reg?' Nobby grinned. 'We are living the dream.'
Reg shrugged. 'Or at least dying the nightmare.'
Nobby's eyes narrowed in mock offence. 'Excuse me, Reg Shoe, are you insinuating I'm a nightmare?'
'Are you trying to tell me you're anything else?'
Nobby shrugged. 'Just thought you might reconsider if I questioned it.'
'I won't.'
Nobby gave him an evil grin. 'And after all that's happened between us? Mister Shoe you are no gentleman.'
Reg shambled off. Sometimes there was no living with Nobby.
It was a good job he was dead then.
