They walk side-by-side into the theater in silence, Luke staring at his shoes and seemingly refusing to look up at him and Reid wondering what on earth had caused the sudden jolt of his friend's arm and whether he'd done something terribly wrong in the few seconds between standing still and walking. He's glad the theater is already dim when they step inside because it helps to hide the way his brows knit and the corners of his lips turn downward into a confused frown.
The only thing he can think of that might have shifted the mood is that maybe he'd sounded a little too eager about watching La Strada in the near future, though he'd tried very hard to keep his voice and expression neutral; then again, Luke is a werewolf, he has senses that are heightened that allow him to tune into things Reid can't so maybe that's it. Maybe Luke had noticed the quickening of Reid's heartbeat or felt a blast of heat that Reid had felt in his cheeks at the idea of watching a movie with Luke alone, in the comfort of Luke's apartment. Even thinking about it now makes his pulse pick up, and he lets out a long, silent exhale as he urges himself to regain some sense of control lest Luke decide he'd rather sit somewhere else altogether.
But then, he thinks, Luke had said he was looking forward to it. He'd seemed happy that Reid had agreed, and Reid can't forget the smile that had just been on his face. There'd been something so sweet about it, almost shy, and Reid recognizes it because he's caught himself with the same one every so often as he passes by a mirror or a window and realizes that yes, as is becoming more and more common, he'd been thinking about Luke. This feels almost like the high school crush he'd never had and somehow so much more at the same time because they're two grown men who are very capable of running their own lives but Reid thinks that in the future, if he finds out they've been feeling the same way for each other all this time, he'll feel very foolish for missing it.
Then again, profilers are notorious for not being able to profile themselves or those too close to them, so it wouldn't necessarily surprise Reid either. The things is, he's an enormous fan of the facts and right now, the only fact he has is that Luke considers him a friend. It's a very nice fact to know, of course, but Reid desperately wants to know if there could be more between them one day. This is neither the time nor place to ask, though, which he reminds himself of as Luke leads them to a pair of seats far off to the side.
He pauses, blinking at the seats then looking toward a few that are still available toward the center, where the rest of the attendees of the party have gathered, and he stops himself just before he's about to ask if Luke's sure he doesn't want to sit closer to everyone else or have a better view of the screen. Reid bites down on his bottom lip, studying Luke for just a few seconds before breaking out into a smile and nodding, foregoing all worries that Luke might be upset with him in that moment because as far as he's concerned, the movie will be far more enjoyable this way. He's never seen When Harry Met Sally and it seems that tonight, that won't necessarily be rectified.
Somehow, he doesn't think either of them will mind finding a distraction in each other.
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The only thing he can think of that might have shifted the mood is that maybe he'd sounded a little too eager about watching La Strada in the near future, though he'd tried very hard to keep his voice and expression neutral; then again, Luke is a werewolf, he has senses that are heightened that allow him to tune into things Reid can't so maybe that's it. Maybe Luke had noticed the quickening of Reid's heartbeat or felt a blast of heat that Reid had felt in his cheeks at the idea of watching a movie with Luke alone, in the comfort of Luke's apartment. Even thinking about it now makes his pulse pick up, and he lets out a long, silent exhale as he urges himself to regain some sense of control lest Luke decide he'd rather sit somewhere else altogether.
But then, he thinks, Luke had said he was looking forward to it. He'd seemed happy that Reid had agreed, and Reid can't forget the smile that had just been on his face. There'd been something so sweet about it, almost shy, and Reid recognizes it because he's caught himself with the same one every so often as he passes by a mirror or a window and realizes that yes, as is becoming more and more common, he'd been thinking about Luke. This feels almost like the high school crush he'd never had and somehow so much more at the same time because they're two grown men who are very capable of running their own lives but Reid thinks that in the future, if he finds out they've been feeling the same way for each other all this time, he'll feel very foolish for missing it.
Then again, profilers are notorious for not being able to profile themselves or those too close to them, so it wouldn't necessarily surprise Reid either. The things is, he's an enormous fan of the facts and right now, the only fact he has is that Luke considers him a friend. It's a very nice fact to know, of course, but Reid desperately wants to know if there could be more between them one day. This is neither the time nor place to ask, though, which he reminds himself of as Luke leads them to a pair of seats far off to the side.
He pauses, blinking at the seats then looking toward a few that are still available toward the center, where the rest of the attendees of the party have gathered, and he stops himself just before he's about to ask if Luke's sure he doesn't want to sit closer to everyone else or have a better view of the screen. Reid bites down on his bottom lip, studying Luke for just a few seconds before breaking out into a smile and nodding, foregoing all worries that Luke might be upset with him in that moment because as far as he's concerned, the movie will be far more enjoyable this way. He's never seen When Harry Met Sally and it seems that tonight, that won't necessarily be rectified.
Somehow, he doesn't think either of them will mind finding a distraction in each other.