"Interesting." Reid lets out a short, humorless laugh.
That Lombard considers this interesting simultaneously doesn't surprise Reid and makes him feel almost as sick as he had to realize the words had been written on his back in the first place. Lombard looks almost impressed, as if Reid is somehow worth something now that it's known he has a secret worth keeping, though it's really not much of a secret anymore.
In some ways, Reid supposes that makes sense, if only because in some small way, Lombard has something to gain out of learning about his addiction. With the label out in the open, it's not as if Lombard could blackmail him with the information but there are little things, things like saying whatever it is you're allowed to drink, that Reid knows he'll use to get under his skin.
He tries not to show it. In fact, he almost declines Lombard's offer because what he'd much rather do is go home with his groceries and talk to his boyfriend about why his heart is pounding in his chest under Lombard's gaze; but then the other man turns, almost as if with specific purpose, and Reid is met with the truth he'd already known.
Go home, that's what his mind is telling him. Just go home, this isn't an innocent invitation by any means, and Reid is so aware of this that the hairs on the back of his neck are standing up in warning; but the part of him that's the profiler, the one who studies killers like Lombard for a living, is the part that wins out and has him stepping forward to follow him without another word.
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That Lombard considers this interesting simultaneously doesn't surprise Reid and makes him feel almost as sick as he had to realize the words had been written on his back in the first place. Lombard looks almost impressed, as if Reid is somehow worth something now that it's known he has a secret worth keeping, though it's really not much of a secret anymore.
In some ways, Reid supposes that makes sense, if only because in some small way, Lombard has something to gain out of learning about his addiction. With the label out in the open, it's not as if Lombard could blackmail him with the information but there are little things, things like saying whatever it is you're allowed to drink, that Reid knows he'll use to get under his skin.
He tries not to show it. In fact, he almost declines Lombard's offer because what he'd much rather do is go home with his groceries and talk to his boyfriend about why his heart is pounding in his chest under Lombard's gaze; but then the other man turns, almost as if with specific purpose, and Reid is met with the truth he'd already known.
Go home, that's what his mind is telling him. Just go home, this isn't an innocent invitation by any means, and Reid is so aware of this that the hairs on the back of his neck are standing up in warning; but the part of him that's the profiler, the one who studies killers like Lombard for a living, is the part that wins out and has him stepping forward to follow him without another word.