[Reid is in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. He rejects most of the food he finds there with a scowl that's uncharacteristic of him. Finally he settles for a bowl of Cheerios and a decidedly grumpy expression. He carries the bowl over to a couch and slumps down as if he's trying to disappear into the couch. It's not until he sits the
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[It's half way between a grumble and a snap]
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I-Is something bothering you?
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When she finally notices Reid trying to mate with the couch she hovers nervously for a moment; she hadn't seen him in person since she stabbed him and the last time they talked didn't end well.]
You look like shit.
[She's growing, not grown. Obviously her social skills haven't improved much.]
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You d-don't.
I feel like c-crap.
[He's not relaxed enough not to stutter]
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Sound like it too.
[Faith's worried about him - worried that what she did made him come back wrong somehow. Like she'll say it, though.]
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F-fantastic. Th-thanks.
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[Obviously his definition of fine is different from the dictionary's or he's lying]
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Reid.
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Hotch? What are you doing here?
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Are you alright?
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F-fine. Just tired
[He's trying not scratch at his arms or his neck]
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What?
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Is something wrong? You know you can talk to me! You are one of my citizens, after all!
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