It's a psychosomatic reaction but when Reid steps into Lombard's apartment, he feels cold. He makes a conscious choice not to close himself off, actively forcing himself to keep his arms hanging casually at his side rather than cross them over his chest or slip his hands into his pockets, but it's difficult. This is hardly the first time he's been in such close quarters with a killer but somehow, this feels more dangerous because Reid knows Lombard hasn't brought him here to kill him, not even to hurt him.
No, Lombard wants to study him. They're studying each other, learning each other, figuring each other out, and Reid hates to admit how uncomfortably intimate it is. Ignoring the fact that Lombard is nearly identical to Luke, even with the accent, is impossible, and it does nothing to change how he feels about his boyfriend but it makes this all the more disturbing.
Following Lombard into the kitchen, though he'd considered staying behind to see what he could learn right off the bat from the man's living quarters, Reid clears his throat. "Was it all at once or one by one?" he asks, his expression betraying nothing. He knows the answer, knows Lombard isn't a serial killer by definition, but there's a distinct lack of remorse that Reid has only seen in the worst of the unsubs they've caught. They're the ones who chill him the most, those who kill and like it. Whether Lombard had taken actual pleasure in killing those twenty-one men (and more, Reid is sure), he doesn't know; but most certainly, there's no regret.
"Sorry if that's a little abrupt, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't ask."
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It's a psychosomatic reaction but when Reid steps into Lombard's apartment, he feels cold. He makes a conscious choice not to close himself off, actively forcing himself to keep his arms hanging casually at his side rather than cross them over his chest or slip his hands into his pockets, but it's difficult. This is hardly the first time he's been in such close quarters with a killer but somehow, this feels more dangerous because Reid knows Lombard hasn't brought him here to kill him, not even to hurt him.
No, Lombard wants to study him. They're studying each other, learning each other, figuring each other out, and Reid hates to admit how uncomfortably intimate it is. Ignoring the fact that Lombard is nearly identical to Luke, even with the accent, is impossible, and it does nothing to change how he feels about his boyfriend but it makes this all the more disturbing.
Following Lombard into the kitchen, though he'd considered staying behind to see what he could learn right off the bat from the man's living quarters, Reid clears his throat. "Was it all at once or one by one?" he asks, his expression betraying nothing. He knows the answer, knows Lombard isn't a serial killer by definition, but there's a distinct lack of remorse that Reid has only seen in the worst of the unsubs they've caught. They're the ones who chill him the most, those who kill and like it. Whether Lombard had taken actual pleasure in killing those twenty-one men (and more, Reid is sure), he doesn't know; but most certainly, there's no regret.
"Sorry if that's a little abrupt, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't ask."