"I think Luke would like you if your hair was down to your feet," Alec said wryly. He didn't have a lot to compare it to since Jocelyn had been in a coma for the majority of time he'd known her and Alec had been mooning over from chair beside her hospital bed.

What he had seen was how Luke looked at Reid and how comfortable they were around each other. Alec was acutely observant sometimes and incredibly oblivious at others but even he could notice that. He just hadn't been able to notice someone who had been looking at him the same way.

"I don't have an Aunt Ethel," he confirmed with a shake of his head. "We don't see our family that often. If at all."