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MorganMorgan sat on the couch at the back of the jet, fingers drumming absently on his thigh as he stared into space. He could hear the rest of the team talking near the front, a kind of reassuring drone of normality, but he didn't think he could handle joining them. Not now. Not when they knew.
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His head jerked up as Reid shifting awkwardly next to him impinged on his awareness. Reid gave him a nervous smile.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked awkwardly.
"I'm not good company right now," he denied, hoping his friend would go away, but already knowing he wouldn't. "And I'm in no mood to be profiled anymore," he warned. Reid sat gingerly next to him.
"Actually, I was hoping to take a nap," Reid admitted, "but sitting up there with them, I can't help but follow their conversation." Morgan relaxed. He'd been afraid Reid was going to turn the tables on him and try to coax him into talking about it. He'd admitted it, and where they could hear it, though he hadn't known that at the time. But he wasn't