Reid paces a few feet away, arms crossed with the tip of his thumb wedged between his teeth. He stares at the ground, lost in concentration until he looks up and sees me. His expression relaxes, but only slightly, and he doesn't smile. He doesn't even make an attempt to move closer.
"Are you okay?"
With a hardened face, he continues pacing, still gnawing on this thumb. He makes three laps around the side of the trunk before I try again.
"Reid?"
"As if Walker wasn't enough," he shakes his head, his eyes lit up. "But Perry? That bitch can stay here for all I care."
His tone throws me back. I haven't seen him this upset since the Kings, and that was after Mantis attacked me. I'm not used to seeing Reid like this, so I'm not sure what I should do. He paces like a wild-cat on his side of the trunk, feral and caged, ready to strike as soon as he's set free. I force a step closer, and it's mostly driven out of need to comfort him. "Hey..."