Phillip Lombard is honestly the last person Reid expects to walk through that door.
It's a slow day, but Luke hadn't let himself leave until the most recent customer had walked out with the door with their purchase, even upon Reid's insistence that everything would be just fine. He knows Luke knows that, knows his husband entrusts him with the store, but Reid understands where he's coming from. After everything that's happened, there's still a little bit of panic, a little rush of worry when they leave each other's sight. It's going to take some time before that really goes away, if it ever does. There's always been a certain level of concern for each other, of course, when Reid goes out into the field or Luke goes out to help the Lightwoods; but it's different now, like it'd been different after K.I.R.I.N.
At least he's walking without the cane now. The doctors had told him it would take six to eight weeks for his back to heal, and Reid had insisted on the six. Some days, he'd pushed himself harder than he should have, but even after coming home utterly exhausted, Reid knows it'd paid off. He still walks stiffly, there's still pain there but it's duller now. It doesn't affect him much unless he bends to pick something up without a second thought or turns too quickly or overestimates the speed with which he can walk up the stairs.
So it does affect him, okay, he can admit that. He can admit it to Luke, anyway. To anyone else, he's just fine.
When the bell at the door sounds, Reid glances up from where he's inspecting the inventory list behind the counter and doesn't bother to hide his surprise at the sight of Lombard standing in the entrance. "Mr. Lombard," he says, tilting his head curiously as he steps out from behind the counter. "Didn't think I'd ever catch you in here, you just missed my husband." The corner of his lips turn up into a somewhat wry smile. "What a coincidence."
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It's a slow day, but Luke hadn't let himself leave until the most recent customer had walked out with the door with their purchase, even upon Reid's insistence that everything would be just fine. He knows Luke knows that, knows his husband entrusts him with the store, but Reid understands where he's coming from. After everything that's happened, there's still a little bit of panic, a little rush of worry when they leave each other's sight. It's going to take some time before that really goes away, if it ever does. There's always been a certain level of concern for each other, of course, when Reid goes out into the field or Luke goes out to help the Lightwoods; but it's different now, like it'd been different after K.I.R.I.N.
At least he's walking without the cane now. The doctors had told him it would take six to eight weeks for his back to heal, and Reid had insisted on the six. Some days, he'd pushed himself harder than he should have, but even after coming home utterly exhausted, Reid knows it'd paid off. He still walks stiffly, there's still pain there but it's duller now. It doesn't affect him much unless he bends to pick something up without a second thought or turns too quickly or overestimates the speed with which he can walk up the stairs.
So it does affect him, okay, he can admit that. He can admit it to Luke, anyway. To anyone else, he's just fine.
When the bell at the door sounds, Reid glances up from where he's inspecting the inventory list behind the counter and doesn't bother to hide his surprise at the sight of Lombard standing in the entrance. "Mr. Lombard," he says, tilting his head curiously as he steps out from behind the counter. "Didn't think I'd ever catch you in here, you just missed my husband." The corner of his lips turn up into a somewhat wry smile. "What a coincidence."