Somehow, Reid knew they would end up together.
It wasn't that he knew Morgan was gay, or even bisexual. And it wasn't one of those 'I'm going to marry him' moments that people apparently sometimes have. It was just a gut feeling. Something he couldn't explain. But he was more a man of facts; statistics, math, things that could be proven (even if he was working on that Philosophy degree). Reid expected that feeling to leave.
So when Morgan gave him that whistle, he ignored the question of why do you think I need one? And when Morgan tackled him during the raid on the guy who was supposed to be their unsub, Reid dismissed the thickness in his throat that wasn't from fear.
And when the man demanded to be taught how to do magic, because there was no way he was letting Reid get on that train, the genius swallowed his true words and took to arguing.
When that kid had held a gun to him, when Lila Archer kissed him, when he tried so hard to talk down Randall Garner, the Fisher King, from that ledge…he forced down that voice that whispered Morgan's name at him. But there was no getting rid of it. So Reid gave in.
He let his stomach flutter when he heard from Morgan's sisters that the man talked about him.
He let his chest constrict in that shack, knowing that the team, that he was watching as Reid was forced to play death.
He let that little spark of joy thrive with every touch, every smile, every tease, every utterance of 'Pretty Boy' that passed between them.
And when Morgan finally came to him, saying that they needed to talk, and looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, Reid only smiled.
And for once, he wasn't scared of his own mind.
-Sable