[ To his credit, he doesn't tense at her touch. Physical contact has always been dicey with him, with a handful of exceptions, and it takes conscious effort to not flinch when he's emotionally vulnerable and not welcoming touch but somehow he does it. He breathes in, sighs. Her singing takes the edge off all this, for good and bad. ]
I know. Everyone disappears sooner or later. This is better than him trying to kill himself again.
[ And in that single aspect Reid is relieved. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't expecting to walk into a bloodied apartment, one of these days. It was a small but present thought, ever since Nathan arrived. ]