[Reid's brow furrows, and his petting of Elle pauses, leading her to look up at him. Slowly, her closes his eyes, his expression screwing up, and he pinches the bridge of his nose to try to alleviate the oncoming headache.] I... I did it because you were telling me what to do, and... you were acting like you were in charge. I was proving you didn't have control. And I didn't know it wasn't my arm. I would have never done it if I had known it wasn't my arm.

[He starts massaging the bridge of his nose. Regret. He knows how he--no, the Yamask--felt at the time, but now he only feels guilt, as though he were responsible. He recoils from the very idea of acting like that, let alone towards a man he considers a sort of might be he's not sure friend. The fact that it's making Albert smoke is making him feel worse.

The fact that he's equating her actions with his is probably really bad, but he'll work on that. Later. When he's not exhausted.

Then he shakes his head, turning around and grabbing the jeans that the Yamask had been wearing, searching the pockets.] A lighter, a bottle of over the counter painkillers, and cigarettes from... [Give him a second to check.] Oh, that explains it, I think. She had tobacco and tochukaso in the same cigarette. [No wonder he feels so sick. x.x As if one wasn't enough.]