RP: Emily and Spencer
Who: Spencer Reid and Emily Prentiss Where: The BAU house, Emily's room. When: Monday, September 26, 2011, evening. Summary: Mending a friendship.
Reid had been a quiet mess for Sunday night and regardless of the amount of information he tried to recall or books he read sleep didn’t come until he’d finally faced what had happened and that wasn’t until the early hours of Monday morning. It hadn’t gone how he’d wanted it, it had hurt and maybe he was lucky he’d never been hurt like this before. It made being different all the more appealing and although the vague curiosity and longing to know what it would be like remained, especially after feeling Morgan’s lips on his, no he wasn’t thinking about that, that hurt too much.
So he was tired and confused and he wasn’t close to finishing the thinking he needed to do about how he felt but Monday was a new day and he had things to do that weren’t drive himself quite mad with alternate scenarios and thoughts of what he should have done or said differently.
He’d hoped maybe being exhausted would mean he’d be able to get an early night, but he wasn’t so lucky and rather than continue to try to figure all that out he decided to face another problem head on.
Emily.
It wasn’t too late and he could hear her in her room still and the light was on under the door so he knocked quietly before letting himself in.
Breathing in deeply through his nose he looked at her carefully which he hadn’t let himself do since she’d first arrived here. “I lied to you about my problem, I said I was okay and I wasn’t and I kept it from you because I didn’t want you to stop me and because I didn’t want you to get involved and I was disgusted with myself and I didn’t want your help.” Reid said as he took a slow step towards her.
“I made a call and at the time it seemed like the only choice but hindsight is twenty-twenty and it’s all very well and good for me to tell you what you should have done now but it was different for you then and I know that and I’m sorry,” Reid said slowly his hands clenching nervously by his side.
He sat carefully on the edge of her bed, the tiredness and the emotion of how he felt about this thing with Emily and just everything catching up with him and he had to swallow a few times before he could continue. “And I was only angry because losing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, Emily and I’m sorry I didn’t just say what I’ve been wishing I could since it happened which is that I love you and I miss you and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”