It would be difficult to restrain himself, to not go further than just kissing, though he was also completely aware of how much he would pay for it if he didn't listen to his body and take it easy. The silver lining was that he had something to look forward to, when he finally was healed and the damn stitches could come out.

His fingers moved further up his scalp, then back down again to Reid's neckline. He repeated the motions, back and forth, back and forth. The rest of his focus lay in kissing Reid. Making out, as it was often called. He felt more right and secure in his decision to confess his feelings than he'd realized he could. After a moment, his lips drifted south, away from Reid's mouth, to mark his jawline, and then his neck, with the soft press of his mouth. He lingered against Reid's neck, breathing him in, nuzzling a little as he pulled away.

"I wanna do more than just kiss you, but it'll have to wait." Not just because of his injuries, of course. He smiled softly, though, brushing his thumb over Reid's ear.