It seemed like the other man had stepped back, given this Reid the reigns. Why?
Who cares? He's trying to figure you out... I can see it in his eyes.
He tried to look into the other mans eyes, just in case Amanda was right. Golden, honey, hints of darkened toffee. Warm.
Quickly, he averted his gaze to the gravelly cement the roof was made of.
Those eyes don't judge.
"Could you think harder? I know it must be difficult, with all the people filtering through for spring break. Just try to think – any detail may help us."
He wished the man would keep talking, keep giving him commands. It sent shivers down his spine.
Muscles relaxed slightly, gaining the smallest hint of satisfaction from the taller man.
"I'm sorry, I really don't know."
See? He wouldn't care about you, only prying information from us. He'll hurt you.
No, he wouldn't.
The man licked his lips, looking frustrated for the briefest second. Skinny fingers brushed chestnut hair behind his ears.
Those fingers; delicate, graceful... the things they could make him do.
He forced his gaze to his shoes, knowing that if it lingered too long, the man would notice. Surely he would.
"What about women? Have any been reappearing lately? Maybe a local who has been coming by?"
He hesitated. Amanda insisted that he lie and describe a local girl, to distract them.
"No, I'm sorry."
Their eyes locked for a moment and Adam felt something.
A connection.
The honey color of the others eyes smouldered. The lips he so much admired turned upwards in the smallest of smirks.
He's... challenging me.
He will hurt you.
If you call pleasure hurt.
"Thank you for your time." The man turned away, rejoining his partner. Long legs, awkward state of confidence.
Before he could stop himself, Adam called out, resisting the urge to grab his shoulder.
"Can I ask you something?"
Curious eyes turned to meet his, sending a small wave of excitement from his heart to the pit of his stomach.
"How long does it take to go away?"
Reid hesitated, looking as if he wished he could give a different answer. He knew what Adam was talking about – seeing someone in the worst state of ones' existence. Death.
A sad smile, adorned with raw and sincere honesty.
"It never does."