007: [Action/Accidental Video]

[yesimagenius]

[Reid is in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. He rejects most of the food he finds there with a scowl that's uncharacteristic of him. Finally he settles for a bowl of Cheerios and a decidedly grumpy expression. He carries the bowl over to a couch and slumps down as if he's trying to disappear into the couch. It's not until he sits the communicator on the coffee table that he realizes it's on. With a near growl/grumble he turns it off]

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[yes-imagenius.livejournal.com]

[Reid closes his eyes, trying to do his impression of the couch for a few seconds before he sighs.]

You don't have to do anything. This isn't your responsibility. I'll get it under control. I did once before.

[Of course before he had his job to keep him on the straight and narrow. Here...he didn't have anything.]

[commarogue]

Pretty sure you wouldn't be this messed up if I didn't-- you'd be fine.

[Faith's not really sure what to do here. She's already fought the instinct to just leave. The warring instinct to help didn't give her much else to follow, given her motto of being unable to apologize for things.]

Maybe you just need to detox. Or whatever.

[yes-imagenius.livejournal.com]

[Reid actually laughs at that. It sounds bitter and hollow, terribly unlike him]

Yeah. That's gonna help.