It occurred to you that Reese might be a 'thigh guy.' You pointed this out as he rested his head on your lap, genuinely content.

"I got no clue what you're talkin' about." He was feigning ignorance. He started to think about it.

There was no denying Reese was infatuated with you, but he knew you had a point.

"Ain't no shame in that," he smiled, meeting your gaze.