... thanks. [With that Haine was taking his chance to leave. He slipped out of the chair to take a few paces forward before stopping.
He's not sure why but, he has something he needs to do before he goes. Even if he doesn't care what Reid thinks of his small bout of insanity, the fact he won't judge him and is being relatively kind doesn't go unnoticed.
He turns back, the itching need to at least introduce himself getting the better of him. He offers the man his hand.]