[She nods slowly and after a few beats lets her hand slip away when he doesn't initiate anything further. She wasn't there when Nathan tried to kill himself before back home. Not like Reid was. The memory isn't burned in. She wasn't afraid of walking into something bloodied. She was usually happy to walk in on someone there to share meals and movies with. To talk to even if he had a knack for asking the hardest questions. It showed he cared. She knows he cared. She did too.
And somewhere in the trail of thoughts the feelings catch up to her and her eyes sting with tears that want to fall. She takes another deep breath, willing them back. She doesn't want to be someone Reid has to take care of right now. And she really doesn't want to be someone who he avoids instead.]