Xavier stole Euclid's nose before they left Chicago and has forgotten to give it back. The tiny boy looks personally offended, dark eyes full of trauma as he clings to his betrayer's shoulder. His life will never be the same. He'll never trust again.

Zav doesn't notice. He's too busy fondly examining photographs.

"Too bad we probably won't be able to find the Grotto," Xavier quips to Reid as he leans heavily into his shoulder. Seems like a good night as any to make out in a crappy, narrow closet.