The sounds of the city weren't heard here and the condo was peacefully quiet. The two men sat beside each other at the table, casually drinking their coffee and talking deeply about their pasts and relationships in general. Neither offered up more than they were comfortable sharing and there was a mutual understanding not to press for more information. They mostly talked vaguely, discussing how certain things impacted them or how they got to be where they were now.

Some time later they found themselves sitting on the couch watching some crime show. They watched with mild interest, talking about the show, criticizing the other's predictions, making fun of the commercials and occasionally ignoring the TV all together to share a quick kiss. Most of the evening they sat with Reid's arm around Luke's shoulders, fingers soothingly running through his hair. His other hand held Luke's.

Luke eventually fell asleep against Reid, which the older man didn't mind at all. Sleep finally began to creep into him as well; it was after midnight and Reid debated for a few minutes if he should wake Luke or not. In the end he decided it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Hey," he whispered, gently squeezing Luke's shoulder. Luke stirred peacefully before finally gazing up at Reid with hazy eyes. Reid laughed a bit. "It's getting late."

Ten minutes later they were standing in the living room, waiting for Luke's car to arrive. Reid teased him about having a private car in the first place but it was mostly mild, both of them too tired for their usual fun and games.

"I'd say you could just crash here, but maybe we shouldn't push our luck," said Reid. Luke grudgingly agreed. A few minutes later headlights beamed through the front blinds. Reid walked Luke to the door and opened it for him.

"What time do you leave tomorrow?" Reid asked anxiously.

"Around two. Why?" asked Luke.

Reid let out an airy laugh, looking down and shaking his head. It was obvious he wasn't use to doing this.

"I make French toast every Sunday morning, picked it up from my mom or something," he said, trying to ignore the smile on Luke's face. "If you want you can come over before your flight." He watched Luke's face, amazed by his own nervousness. What was wrong with him?

"That sounds great," said Luke happily, biting his lip. Reid's face lit up with a simple smile.

"Great. Does ten o'clock work?"

"You call that morning?" Luke laughed.

"What? Sunday is my only day to sleep in, and trust me, I take advantage." They laughed together, still lingering in the doorway. When the soft laughter subsided, Luke boldly stepped forward, cupping Reid's cheek and kissing him softly. Reid pressed his lips back, disappointed when it ended so quickly. They smiled and Luke stepped out, waving before he got into the car. Reid watched as it drove away, trying to ignore how much he hated to see Luke go.

Sitting at his table and finishing the coffee from earlier that he'd just pulled out of the microwave, Reid ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh.

"What the hell are you doing, Reid?" he asked himself out loud. He went to be a short while later and for once found it difficult to fall asleep. Unsuccessfully he tried to logically sort things out in his mind, tossing and turning for nearly an hour before exhaustion took hold.