[If he was nervous about this at all (which he surprisingly enough isn't to any noticeable degree) taking her hand would dull that anxiety significantly. Over the last few weeks it's become such a comfortable thing, more so than kisses, and whether she's about to drag him through a wall or guide him through a pitch-black dome or just sweep him off to a joint shower, Reid knows that as long as her hand is in his, it'll be okay.
He'll be safe.
He pushes himself up to standing easily enough, legs trembling just a bit from the activities earlier that morning. On the way out he grabs his shoulder bag from where he left it by the door.]