It's with a sigh of relief that Reid lets himself smile a little easier once Mindy expresses her satisfaction with his gift. He hadn't expected her to discard the cards in the trash or anything quite so dramatic, but he also couldn't have known how she'd react. Could have predicted it, maybe, but Reid glad all the same that she seems to be genuinely pleased with what he's given her. The stress of this aside, he can feel the tension in his shoulders loosening, and he ducks his head to let out a short laugh before taking another sip of his cider.
"I'm glad I didn't completely misjudge what to get," he says, but he knits his brow when she asks him to tell her something about himself. It should be easy because after all, he knows himself best, but that also means he knows just how little it takes to make someone's eyes glaze over once he starts talking. He's found that with Luke, his ramblings don't seem to have the kind of effect but that's unusual. That's part of why Reid feels so comfortable around him in the first place. It's always a gamble, offering up what he thinks is interesting, because a considerable majority of the time, it's not what the other person had really been looking for; in which case, Reid thinks they should have offered up a subject better suited to them, but he won't make a fuss about that here.
After half a moment of biting down on his bottom lip as he tries to think of something, he settles for the most generic bit of information about himself. "Um, I work for the FBI? Used to, anyway, before I got here." Got here, as if he hadn't been plucked from one world and dropped into another in the blink of an eye. "You said you're a doctor? I am, too. Not a medical one, the PhD kind. But I was an agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we did criminal profiling. What about you, what field are you in?"
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"I'm glad I didn't completely misjudge what to get," he says, but he knits his brow when she asks him to tell her something about himself. It should be easy because after all, he knows himself best, but that also means he knows just how little it takes to make someone's eyes glaze over once he starts talking. He's found that with Luke, his ramblings don't seem to have the kind of effect but that's unusual. That's part of why Reid feels so comfortable around him in the first place. It's always a gamble, offering up what he thinks is interesting, because a considerable majority of the time, it's not what the other person had really been looking for; in which case, Reid thinks they should have offered up a subject better suited to them, but he won't make a fuss about that here.
After half a moment of biting down on his bottom lip as he tries to think of something, he settles for the most generic bit of information about himself. "Um, I work for the FBI? Used to, anyway, before I got here." Got here, as if he hadn't been plucked from one world and dropped into another in the blink of an eye. "You said you're a doctor? I am, too. Not a medical one, the PhD kind. But I was an agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, we did criminal profiling. What about you, what field are you in?"