He stares out at the vortex of light, unaware of the passing of time. The reflection flickers across his eyes, like a physical representation of his thought patterns, and Morgan finds himself unable to look away. He knows he won't be noticed; Reid's probably running all the reports and science papers through his head, and it seems to actually demand concentration on his part. Morgan hasn't seen him challenged like this before. Not that Reid seems to be struggling, but he's... enthused. Amazed. Completely captivated.

Not that Morgan's not amazed - he hadn't even have imagined anything like this, hadn't even entertained the thought that anything on this scale could be kept secret. The non-disclosure forms were threatening enough; if you were found to be in violation of the contract, they could just make you... disappear. Alternatively, they could just leave you alone and let you destroy your life by being labelled a conspiracy theorist. Pick your own adventure, he supposes.

And yet, he can't help the relief that's slowly sinking into his being - that there are still things that can fill him with this sense of wonder, having seen what he sees every day. When he looks at Spencer, he's glad he'll always have this to remember, too.