Reid knows what Rosy is reacting to when she grabs him. He doesn't fight it, but keeps running his hand through his hair over and over again as he stares at the wall of photographs. His eyes keep going back to Xavier's face, and the photo in Rosy's hands. He hasn't seen the face, but he knows exactly who it is. Breathing becomes a laborious, forced exercise, especially when his thoughts keep settling on the idea of Zav or Sy gone. Forever, maybe.

He tears his attention away from the photos to look at Rosy. A lot of Reid's responses to social situations feel programmed in from repetition and expectation, so there's a reflex to say it's okay. But just thinking it's okay makes him angry with himself. This is not okay.

"We'll find him." Reid hates how calm he sounds. Someone nearby is screaming mournfully.