Prompt: fanfic100 #96, Author's choice; cm_het_drabble 7/24
Summary: J.J. attempts to comfort Reid after his ordeal with Henkel.
Author's Notes: I wouldn't consider this a necessarily sexual relationship. Friendship takes many forms.
Take my hand;
Knot your fingers through mine,
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time.
-Snow Patrol, "Open Your Eyes"
She reached for his hand.
The silence between them was liquid and golden and thick, like honey left out in the cold. Viscous.
“I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”
He tried to shrug; winced. “Better me than you. I’m sorry about…the dogs.”
Her mouth opened to reply; closed again with a snap. What could she say? Sorry about the kidnapping? Though he tried to stop her, she took his finely made, long-fingered hand in her smaller one. “Look at me, Spence.”
Slowly, slowly his head rotated toward her. His hazel eyes were like a storm, and it was all she could do not to flinch. Instead she reached up and brushed the hair back from his forehead, soothing him with her gentle touch. Her hand ran over the top of his head, around the curve of his skull; he wanted to into it arch like a cat.
Resisting, he sat and watched her with big, haunted eyes. Weary, he scrubbed his thin chest with a splayed hand. “It hurts to breathe, J.J. I wish I could stop. Just for a minute.”
“I know.” She curled up next to him on the narrow bed. “I know, love.”