Sliding a slice of pie onto a plate (and not a plate one, Luke is ever serious about being green so Reid is fully prepared to attack a sink full of dishes once everyone's gone before he and his boyfriend can retire to bed), Reid lets out a low chuckle, one that's almost incredulous because he can't recall feeling so genuinely appreciated by people who weren't originally obligated to act that way. His teammates had all cared for him like a younger brother, he's no doubt of that, but it'd taken time for some more than others to get to that point. Reid doesn't really take issue with that, he's long since accepted he can be a hard pill to swallow sometimes, but it still surprises him a little how quickly he'd gone from having just one good friend in Luke to a great number of people who are important to him in just a few months.

It's nothing like the life he'd had back home, not even in the work he's doing, and Reid can't say he doesn't prefer it here.

He nudges the plate toward Jason, pointing out the forks before cutting a slice for himself as he hums his approval. "That's good to hear," he says, smiling because Jason's obvious enthusiasm for his new future is infectious. "Any idea what you want to study? In case nobody's told you this before, don't stress over it if you don't. I imagined myself doing so many different things before I ended up working for the FBI so it's not like you have to make a choice now and stick with it. Things can change, and that's okay."