His eyes darting around the room, Reid paces for a moment, trying to determine which of Luke's possessions would be best to offer. A large part of him is distracted, thinking of how surreal this feels, how strange it is that everything in this apartment can look so utterly normal when nothing could be further from the truth. Luke is gone, taken, and Reid can't wrap his mind around what right their apartment has to appear just the way it always does. There's no logic to that, he knows, but he's not tapping into logic right now. All he can think about is that he'd do absolutely anything to get his boyfriend back.

"Here," he says, finally reaching for a discarded flannel that'd been left on the couch after he and Luke had hastily made the journey from the living room to their bedroom last night. They hadn't bothered to pick up after themselves this morning because they'd end up running late, too wrapped up in each other to be willing to get up, which doesn't make for the first time that's happened.

He misses Luke, his heart aches for him, and Reid hands over the flannel like he's giving up a lifeline.

"Please let it work," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around himself as he watches.