( The touch feels like a match against his tender skin. Reid frowns, most out of confussion from his own reaction than the gesture itself, which is quite innocent and well-intended ) I sincerely doubt that I qualify as complicated. ( He raises his chin towards Hotch, doe-eyed. Then throws a shy
( His voice stays calm — the way it always is, not matter the circumstance; but it was also warm. ) People aren't equations, Reid. You can understand every theory we have, and it still won't explain why one person crosses a line and another doesn't. ( His hand settles briefly +