[ Maybe Reid has been here too long at this point, because where he'd normally be appalled at this intrusion into his carefully guarded privacy, he's only happy that it's not as traumatising as it could be. He even brought in the batch from last time to compare with the new photos, or maybe to complete the collection.
Satisfied that he picked up all that could be picked, he's settled down at one of the picnic tables with a cup of takeaway coffee, flipping through the photos. Family, co-workers, Nathan who isn't here anymore, Lila who seems like a lifetime ago, several pics of a little blond boy who has grown up so fast... and then there's Maeve that he keeps coming back to over and over.
Bittersweet. That's the only word to describe today. ]