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Though Philip understands himself to be more or less on call for whatever Todd Chad and his team might need, he's also been given a relatively comfortable position in that they rarely call him unless they truly need him. He'd proven himself the night he'd gotten stabbed and he's been well paid both for his effort, his injury and his discretion, although he has told more than a few people what he was doing that evening, more than he's sure Todd Chad's team would be pleased about. What they don't know can't hurt him, however, and he'll deal with that situation when and if it ever happens.

For now they don't know. For now they believe they can trust him and they're paying him for it and for now they generally leave him be unless his skills are completely necessary. All in all, it adds up to a relatively comfortable life, one Philip enjoys a great deal.

So he's in a good mood when he catches sight of his favourite agent in a coffee shop that afternoon. He hadn't intended on heading inside, had been considering going to get a spot of lunch at the cafe just down the street instead, but at the sight of Reid waiting in line, he can't help but slip inside, coming up to stand just behind Reid without saying a word. He's quiet, peering over Reid's shoulder, watching as he texts his husband, though Philip is enough of a gentleman to avert his gaze so as to not read the contents of the message.

Let it not be said he's not capable of kindness every now and then.

"And how much caffeine does a profiler need to get through a regular Sunday afternoon?" he asks curiously after a moment, alerting Reid to his presence. "You can't be working today, can you? Tell me they let you have Sunday off. Isn't it still considered the Lord's day or have they done away with that nonsense finally?"