Reid's face is pulled into a taught smile as Morgan opens the door of Rossi's home. He knows when that smile falters and quickly fades, his eyebrows dipping, the corners of his mouth dropping, that it isn't meant for him. Reid's eyes flicker down at their shoes, into the entrance beyond his friend, his belt buckle as it catches the light, and then finally his face.
Morgan isn't smiling either, and Reid looks briefly relieved.
"Hey, kid." He says softly. Reid blinks several times and Morgan pretends that it's due to the adjustment from the night to the entrance light. "You came."
"I did." The words are soft, as if he's not entirely sure why he's there.
Morgan steps back, leaving room for Reid to step inside and close the door behind him. They just watch each other, standing just a few inches apart, because there's nothing they can say to make everything all okay. Finally the older man forces his face into a smile that's almost flawlessly genuine, and lifts a hand to squeeze Reid's shoulder. The younger takes a few seconds, but then he mirrors the emotion convincingly enough. They both know it's false, but they also know Rossi opening his home to them isn't the place to let the guise slip.
Morgan's hand leaves his shoulder, slipping down over his arm in fleeting remaining contact that is surprisingly soothing to Reid in the seconds the pressure is there, enough that for a brief flicker of time the smile on his face doesn't feel so heavy, and then it's gone and the weight is back.
"C'mon."
Morgan pushes his smile further but doesn't show any teeth, which doesn't feel natural and he notes it, to make sure it's convincing when they rejoin the group. They both silently check their own body language and modify it, pulling back their shoulders and lifting their heads, as Morgan silently leads the way to the kitchen.