"Ahh, I see," Reid said with a nod as he understood. The idea of a war between fangirls and fanboys did sound amusing at least. As he sat here with the two of them, he wasn't as nervous; it had been a long while since he'd been in a sleepover occasion. But he was feeling slightly more comfortable.
He listened as Tris and Faye spoke about werewolf potions and the like. He did think it was good, as most myths he read about weres, they were bestial. So the potion's capabilities were beneficial in this case. He'd want one if he ever turned, but hopefully he would never deal with that.
"That's good," Reid said to them. I do well enough, too. Sometimes I wish I was in Ipswich where my family is." He glanced back at Tristan. "I'm doing better too. Anything is better than those dementors, I'd think." He leaned back on his mattress then, turning on his side as he faced them, but could also look up at the sky. He thought he should do this more often. Though given the state of sounds in that place, he probably would be out here for the other nights too.