Reid rubs the back of his neck, a nervous little gesture. "I get out a few times a year. Sometimes more, sometimes less. There's... people that I'm looking for, so I travel to whatever communities I can find."
And it's not exactly pleasant, to say the least. Cooped up in Forty-Eight's walls, it's easy to settle into the familiarity of them, the running water and steady food and a roof over his head. He lives with his head in the clouds a lot, dozens of different tracks of thought puzzling over water irrigation systems, or improving medication efficacy, or trying to track down who stole from the food stores. When he goes out, it's like he remembers all over again how hard it is out there.
He became a profiler in his early twenties; he'd been looking at bodies killed in the most horrific of ways and talking to the most psychotic of serial killers since then. He's used to grim and grisly. But what's happened to the world since then is a whole new level of awful, because it's everywhere.
"But mostly I'm better off being somewhere I can be useful, and that's here." Reid ducks under the branch of a tree as they walk. "Charlie," their leader, "she kind of roped me into being second in command." And because of his admittedly ridiculous sense of responsibility, he'd reluctantly accepted. "But I get away when I can. Not on my own, obviously. It's just tough to make time when something's always breaking or a new system needs to be implemented or someone's getting accused of theft."
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And it's not exactly pleasant, to say the least. Cooped up in Forty-Eight's walls, it's easy to settle into the familiarity of them, the running water and steady food and a roof over his head. He lives with his head in the clouds a lot, dozens of different tracks of thought puzzling over water irrigation systems, or improving medication efficacy, or trying to track down who stole from the food stores. When he goes out, it's like he remembers all over again how hard it is out there.
He became a profiler in his early twenties; he'd been looking at bodies killed in the most horrific of ways and talking to the most psychotic of serial killers since then. He's used to grim and grisly. But what's happened to the world since then is a whole new level of awful, because it's everywhere.
"But mostly I'm better off being somewhere I can be useful, and that's here." Reid ducks under the branch of a tree as they walk. "Charlie," their leader, "she kind of roped me into being second in command." And because of his admittedly ridiculous sense of responsibility, he'd reluctantly accepted. "But I get away when I can. Not on my own, obviously. It's just tough to make time when something's always breaking or a new system needs to be implemented or someone's getting accused of theft."