A lack of sedatives and straight jackets was definitely not in Reid's nature. It was actually something he had learned from Hotch. Especially when he was younger, there was no way in hell he would sit in a room with a convicted killer who was not restrained, sedated or cuffed in any way. Even more recently, he wouldn't trust his own safety in the hands of a psychopath. But Hotch had taught him a few things, and one of them was that no man was himself when he was restrained or drugged. If you wanted to work your way into someone's mind, you needed to meet them.
Reid stood upon their entry and, as Gabriel sat, he exchanged a few quiet words with the orderly before the larger man retreated into the corner and slipped iPod earbuds into his ears, politely respecting the privacy of the session. Reid crossed the room, setting a small recording device on the end table beside his chair, and sitting down. He offered Gabriel a smile, eyebrows lifting and arching a little with the facial greeting.
"Well, these sessions aren't about me, Gabriel. They're about you." Given the dissociation, he wasn't entirely sure whether the man would want to be referred to as Gabriel or Sylar, though he had a feeling he would figure it out sooner rather than later. He crossed his long legs one over the other and reached forward, picking up the journal from the table and flipping it open. Literally two seconds later, he flipped it closed, having read the entry thoroughly and committed it to memory. He placed the journal back on the table.
It was interesting how much that short passage could tell him about this man, Gabriel Grey. He was evasive, which meant that he was intelligent, he thought things through. He dodged the questions Reid had deliberately asked, which also most likely meant he was an observer. He didn't want to give too much away at their first meeting. Also, his use of the word 'God' as well as the capitalization of the first letter most likely meant he had some faith or belief in a god, or at least a higher power or fate system of some description. There was some resentment for the man Gabriel Grey, yet still blamed him a little for the blood that had been shed. It was... interesting.
The young profiler's lips pushed back into his cheeks in a broad smile, warm yet awkward at the same time, the corners digging into his cheeks. "Honestly, I try not to wage too much on previously constructed case reports, and the opinions of other professionals... I'd much rather sit and talk with you. Draw my own conclusions."
He allowed a moment of silence to pass, his hands twisted on top of his knee. "I have read through the case files, the reports from your previous psychiatrists... but I want you to tell me, in your own words, why you think you're here, Gabriel."