[It is strange, but at the same time it isn't. They pushed past a lot of boundaries back in Marina and although he should probably be less okay with this than he is, there's such an overwhelming sense of freedom happening right now. There's no surveillance here. No Tyki. No collars to worry about, and although there are plenty of other things he can overthink he's not paying much attention to them right now.
Being back is weird. Being back with Kitty is even weirder, but somewhere in all that weirdness Reid has managed to find the right kind of absurdity, the right amount of surrealism to allow himself to just give in for once. It's perfectly fine to be making out with a pretty girl ten years younger than him, because that's not even a little bit strange compared to being trapped in an underwater prison for three weeks.
There's too much clothes in this bed. An unnecessary abundance. He pulls back some from the kiss, mostly to breathe but also to make an attempt at tugging off that shirt of hers. ]