He would have laughed, but he held it back for two reasons: Reid might misinterpret it, and he had to tread carefully; and he didn't want to aggravate his stitches. He did actually try to take care of himself, stubborn though he was about accepting help from others.

As it was, a sound like the beginning of a scoff passed between his lips.

"I had nothing better to do, so I though, 'What the hell?'" As often happened when he was sarcastic, he sounded completely serious. Of course, he wasn't. But then he also knew Reid wasn't always the best at interpreting sarcasm, so he couldn't let that remark linger for too long without clarification.

"Because there's a lot to love, Spencer." He tested it again, saying his first name. It felt right, especially now. "You wanna analyze, like there's something about it that doesn't make sense. It couldn't be simpler or more clear to me."