The sarcasm wasn't much of a help, not in this situation. It was natural, almost instinctive, to the point that he didn't recognize the impact it had until Reid called him on it.
How long? That was a good question. He stood, slowly, needing to get himself a drink; he did that sometimes, not always answering a question right away, or not answering it at all. Sitting on the couch the entire time they discussed this was making him feel restless, though. He moved carefully, returning back to the couch, though he didn't sit down immediately.
"A few years," he finally said. "There's no exact moment, it just...evolved." If he really thought about it, he suspected these feelings had started to develop around the time he'd stuck around in Vegas with Morgan, to help Reid solve that murder from his childhood.
It was his turn to ask a question. "Tell me why this doesn't make sense to you." He had his suspicions, and some of them were true, he was sure, but he needed to hear it from Reid.
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How long? That was a good question. He stood, slowly, needing to get himself a drink; he did that sometimes, not always answering a question right away, or not answering it at all. Sitting on the couch the entire time they discussed this was making him feel restless, though. He moved carefully, returning back to the couch, though he didn't sit down immediately.
"A few years," he finally said. "There's no exact moment, it just...evolved." If he really thought about it, he suspected these feelings had started to develop around the time he'd stuck around in Vegas with Morgan, to help Reid solve that murder from his childhood.
It was his turn to ask a question. "Tell me why this doesn't make sense to you." He had his suspicions, and some of them were true, he was sure, but he needed to hear it from Reid.