Half expecting the touch, Alec doesn't stiffen or flinch or pull away when the touch comes. It's warm and guiding, nothing like the knife against his throat or the fingers coated with fire that had been pressed against his chest in the ash covered city from a few weeks ago. It's a gesture that Luke's used with him a few times and it's not a surprise that Reid does the same.

So, Alec accepts it quietly but gratefully. He let Reid guide him into the kitchen, eyes taking in the spread. He'd seen massive quantities of food before but they'd been contained to celebrations after battle victories and the occasional wedding. This was a celebration of something entirely different and he can't stop the small growl his stomach gives at the smell.

"That's a lot of food," Alec observed with a nod and a glance over at Reid. "Did you make all this yourself? You and Luke?"

Neither of them looked like cooks to him but the same could be said of Isabelle and she loved spending time in the Institute's kitchen. Her creations were terrible but he couldn't deny how light she looked and how much enjoyment she seemed to get out of creating something that was truly awful.