There's almost no hesitation, nothing that says Reid sees the words on his back and finds himself recoiling, and Philip almost can't help but grin. As this thing goes, maybe there are worse people who could be reading this secret he's carrying. At first glance, he hadn't wanted Reid to know this about it, but now he has a feeling Reid has long since suspected he's not entirely honest, and maybe having this trade of information isn't the worst thing in the world. It isn't as if Reid can do anything about it here in Darrow, Philip hasn't committed a crime since he arrived here -- none that can be traced back to him, anyway -- and the murders that are written about on his back are a nearly decade old crime. He isn't going to prison over this and he has ways of making sure of that, but he'd meant what he had said earlier. Reid gets more interesting with every passing moment.
A drug addict who's now willingly following a mass murderer home.
Philip walks in silence, trusting Reid to follow him, and the two of them together must make for an interesting picture. A few people give them a relatively wide berth and Philip continues to do his best to keep the words hidden from the world at large, but soon enough they've reached his building. It doesn't take them long to get into the elevator and as Philip presses the button for his door, all he can do is hope Fiona isn't home, that she doesn't choose this moment to come out into the hallway. Chances are she'll find out about him eventually, but he's looking to have a bit of fun before the inevitable happens, and this isn't how he wants her to find out.
"So tea then?" he asks once he's unlocked his apartment door. He leaves it open as he walks inside, letting Reid make his final choice. "Or coffee? I have both." And he has other options, too, but he has a feeling Reid isn't going to want anything out of his alcohol cabinet. Which is really a pity. Philip can't even begin to imagine what he might be capable of under the influence of drugs or alcohol, and he wishes he could have the chance to discover it.
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A drug addict who's now willingly following a mass murderer home.
Philip walks in silence, trusting Reid to follow him, and the two of them together must make for an interesting picture. A few people give them a relatively wide berth and Philip continues to do his best to keep the words hidden from the world at large, but soon enough they've reached his building. It doesn't take them long to get into the elevator and as Philip presses the button for his door, all he can do is hope Fiona isn't home, that she doesn't choose this moment to come out into the hallway. Chances are she'll find out about him eventually, but he's looking to have a bit of fun before the inevitable happens, and this isn't how he wants her to find out.
"So tea then?" he asks once he's unlocked his apartment door. He leaves it open as he walks inside, letting Reid make his final choice. "Or coffee? I have both." And he has other options, too, but he has a feeling Reid isn't going to want anything out of his alcohol cabinet. Which is really a pity. Philip can't even begin to imagine what he might be capable of under the influence of drugs or alcohol, and he wishes he could have the chance to discover it.