He hadn’t been kidding about getting out of there ASAP. As soon as the dumb fuck on the intercom began his nightly wank fest, Reid grabbed his flashlight and took off without much in the way of a farewell.

Many people could testify to that Reid didn’t act based on self-reflection. When he needed not to think like he did now, it was all impulse. Which was the only way for someone like him to deal, if he had the ability to recognize the quality in himself. He didn’t want to think about his missing Power, or his missing best friend, or his missing life, or any of it.

When he got out, it wouldn’t matter. Things would be back to normal.

Or just… back.