[ piter edges closer and closer until they are nearly chest to chest, reveling just the slightest bit in all of that tension and discomfort. after a moment, he looks up at reid expectantly— and, slowly, a hand snakes up with the intent to grip his chin and tip his head further downward. the profiler is a tall, gangly thing, and piter is not about to get en pointe for this most unfortunate kiss. ]