Reid was as OCD about bedtime as he was about everything else. He carried his bag into the bathroom, changed into a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt then brushed his teeth and walked back into the room. He got in the bed opposite Hanna's, lying on his back with one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach.

"Good night, Hanna," he said a little absently. He was thoughtful. The last time he'd slept in a room with someone had been when he was much, much younger.