There was a silent conversation happening right now, something that neither of them were talking about. Alec knew it wasn't as easy as forgetting about what happened and he knew that when he said he was fine, Reid knew better. Reid knew better because he wasn't fine either. The experiences were different, the nightmares varied in the pain and terror they brought but they shared the sentiment of being scraped raw and working to pieces themselves back together.

Admitting out loud that he wasn't fine was something Alec feared doing. Saying the words, hearing them, would just make the whole experience more real. He'd been focusing on the fact that what he'd seen had been the work of some a demon and his own issues when it came to his family. He wanted to believe he'd been manipulated, that his thoughts of his family had been twisted and warped to an unrealistic degree. He didn't want to face the possibility that maybe he'd wondered if his family thought that of him. Maybe they did secretly wish that he was better, that he was different.

"Mundane holidays all seem to revolve around food," Alec said idly, shaking his head. Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Independence Day, and a myriad of other holidays all seemed to be celebrated with some sort of feast. "Something special about the pie? I thought that was more a dessert thing."