Well, he wouldn't want the cats to die of loneliness, that's entirely unacceptable. Besides, he's very familiar with how it feels to have someone he loves taken from him, so Reid can hardly, in good conscience, do the same to these two animals. It wouldn't be right, it'd make him a monster, and he realizes he's telling himself these things in an effort to rationalize adopting a pair of cats when it's something he and Luke have never discussed but if he's honest, he's already committed. Maybe he hasn't said it yet, but he's fairly certain there's just no way he's walking out of here without Mister Purrkins and Catrick Swayze.
The list of requirements isn't entirely unreasonable, which helps. The cats will have each other and maybe, if Luke permits it, they can wander around the store during open hours while Reid is at work. They could wear little cat sweaters to keep them warm and finding time to bathe them won't be a problem. The only issue he can foresee is the cause of Luke's monthly visit to the basement, and he's not sure whether the fact his boyfriend is a werewolf will actually effect the cats in any way, but he thinks he's willing to find out.
He'll text Luke. Yes, that's a good idea. "Just a minute," he says, holding up a finger as he steps away to tug his phone from his pocket.
In retrospect, he'll see that he hadn't done much digging--
("Are you allergic to cats?" "No...?" "Just checking.")
--but in that moment, it's good enough for Reid. So he turns back with a bit of a spring in his step, trying not to smile too widely, but Denise catches his enthusiasm quickly enough. She's likely seen reactions like this before, after all, she's probably seen it a thousand times in people who come across a particular animal and get inexplicably attached. She'd done it herself, that's why he and Russell are here in the first place, but it's evident that she has a passion for making sure she finds each of these cats a good home.
"Sorry, just had to consult with someone," he explains, returning his phone to his pocket.
"I understand," Denise says, "can't bring home two new cats without your wife's permission!"
Reid blinks at her, very nearly rejecting what she's said out loud, but it's of no consequence here. Sharing any portion of his personal life with a friend is one thing, sharing it in front of their cat-napper and Russell is another entirely. "I'm actually not married but in any case, I'd be happy to take them." He pauses, giving Russell a pointed look. "Without naming either of them Doctor Evil or Sprinkles the Heinous, thank you."
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The list of requirements isn't entirely unreasonable, which helps. The cats will have each other and maybe, if Luke permits it, they can wander around the store during open hours while Reid is at work. They could wear little cat sweaters to keep them warm and finding time to bathe them won't be a problem. The only issue he can foresee is the cause of Luke's monthly visit to the basement, and he's not sure whether the fact his boyfriend is a werewolf will actually effect the cats in any way, but he thinks he's willing to find out.
He'll text Luke. Yes, that's a good idea. "Just a minute," he says, holding up a finger as he steps away to tug his phone from his pocket.
In retrospect, he'll see that he hadn't done much digging--
("Are you allergic to cats?" "No...?" "Just checking.")
--but in that moment, it's good enough for Reid. So he turns back with a bit of a spring in his step, trying not to smile too widely, but Denise catches his enthusiasm quickly enough. She's likely seen reactions like this before, after all, she's probably seen it a thousand times in people who come across a particular animal and get inexplicably attached. She'd done it herself, that's why he and Russell are here in the first place, but it's evident that she has a passion for making sure she finds each of these cats a good home.
"Sorry, just had to consult with someone," he explains, returning his phone to his pocket.
"I understand," Denise says, "can't bring home two new cats without your wife's permission!"
Reid blinks at her, very nearly rejecting what she's said out loud, but it's of no consequence here. Sharing any portion of his personal life with a friend is one thing, sharing it in front of their cat-napper and Russell is another entirely. "I'm actually not married but in any case, I'd be happy to take them." He pauses, giving Russell a pointed look. "Without naming either of them Doctor Evil or Sprinkles the Heinous, thank you."