'Like a normal couple?'
He was kidding about that, surely? Perhaps this was a show of sudden comedic talent he hadn't seen from his lover in so many months (possibly due to the cocktail of tablets and pills he had Reggie swallow down religiously)?
Nope.
Evidently, Reginald was being a hundred and ten percent serious, if the emotional display was anything to go by. The sight of the other's eyes, that of which had always been incredibly attractive as far as the human had been concerned, now drenched in glassy tears should really make his stomach twist uncomfortably, and guilt should crash over him as hard as actual waves. But instead, all he felt was nothingness. His expression, formerly smirked and cocky, now dead-panned as he reached to grab his boyfriend's hands to stop the twisting in amongst the fabric. For one thing, he could hurt himself, but most prominently on the human's mind, it was bloody annoying.
"Compromise?" He whispered after another long period of silence, clicking his tongue as though the word itself felt uncomfortable forming in his mouth, and from the sight of a twisted grimace, perhaps it was. Repeating the word to himself to come to terms with its meaning, it only took a sudden moment for him to let out a laugh - a release of building pressure, mostly. "Compromise! We aren't compromising like 'normal couples' do, baby. We're not a damn normal couple! Let's get THAT straight, huh?!" He yelled, the burst of loudness not only breaking what was a stiff environment, but understandably waking the babies in the next room over. And once hearing them, his head swiftly turned to the door, a reaction like a predator hearing its prey in the wild.
"...Those damn babies had better shut it, or I will do what I do best with their dear sweet mother. I guess you can infer what you want from that. For now, we're going to relax, and you'll... just do as I ask. It's easier that way, Reginald, just trust me on that. Trust is normal in relationships, and you clearly like normal relationships," he mumbled, whether it was serious or a dig at the other's childish ambitions for a perfect relationship, though who could blame the boy? For the last few months, everything had been literally perfect. The perfect scenery, the impending arrival of children, the nice village atmosphere where, with no exaggeration, everyone genuinely cared and looked after one another.
And all of a sudden, for the last few days, Tobiah had taken this turn and proved to show his constant, ongoing possessiveness that had disappeared for a while, but made its untimely arrival once more.
"We're dysfunctional," he reminded after a moment, having pulled his shirt off to lay beside him - his physique was, as expected, as trim and kept up to shape. His appearance, at least, remained a constant factor. "And our dysfunctional composition of personalities makes things fun-- but also means you need to tone your stubbornness down, or it'll get out of hand, hm?"