Rating: T / PG-13 / FRT
Pairing: Reid/Pogue
Word Count: 212
#03 – Soft
"What is this?"
Reid didn't know. He really didn't know. He'd been thinking on the same question for a while now, but he still didn't have an answer. Not a real one. Not the right one.
"What is this?"
Reid didn't know. The sheets were crumpled and tangled around them, holding them both in a cocoon of confusion and doubt. The soft morning light filtered through the thin curtains and illuminated the room, revealing the events of last night to both of them. Neither had moved since they woke, each unwilling to shatter this near perfect point in time.
"What is this?"
This is nothing, Reid thought. It was a lie. It wasn't nothing. It had always been something. They never talked about it, it always just seemed to happen when one or both of them needed it. But just because they never talked about it didn't mean it wasn't happening. He'd never admit it, but it had always meant something to Reid. He'd come to depend on it, on this. On him. He didn't want to lose that.
"What is this?"
Reid sighed and tightened his hold on Pogue's hand. He didn't know. He didn't have an answer to the other man's question.
"This...this just is."
He probably never would.