"Maybe I don't, but I will anyway." Reid walked in, carefully putting his messenger bag down beside the door. "You know you shouldn't be out of the hospital yet. If any of your stitches come undone, you'll need to go back there again."

Although he knew that Rossi would probably be fine. The man had worked for the FBI for years, retired, then worked for the FBI for years again, and he was still alive and kicking. Still, irrational as it was, he felt the need to hover.