[He makes an exasperated noise somewhere between a groan, a grumble and a sigh, pressing the heel of his hand to his brow. He applies pressure and squeezes his eyes shut, jaw tense as he just slumps down into a chair.
See. You're wasting your damn time. She's gone. Get over it already. She's probably dead by now too.
He tenses and snarls at the voice in his head, fingers curling into his hair line. Maybe it's just that he has a headache but there seems to be something more bothering him than just the disappearance of his friend.
After a pause, as if what Reid asked him is only NOW registering, he answers.]