Reid nods his understanding because in some way, he can relate, even if the reason his family hadn't done dinners like this hadn't been because of their duty to protect people from things like demons. "We were just the good old-fashioned kind of dysfunctional," he says with a wry smile, "which I guess is an exaggeration, but we definitely weren't the nuclear family my dad would've preferred us to be. That's part of why he left."

The other part had been that he hadn't been able to stand keeping secrets for his mentally ill woman who'd unwittingly witnessed a murder while having a minor episode, which Reid supposes is fair enough for some but that doesn't make him any less angry about it all these years later.

Reid arches a brow at the last thing Alec says, studying him with a hint of curiosity. "This isn't awkward, then, being here with us? Six months ago, I wouldn't have pictured myself anywhere near something like this so it's strange for me in a lot of ways but..." He shrugs a shoulder. "But I'm comfortable. It's nice."