[ He likes him? Um. Reid is just not used to making friends, even now. He's gotten graceful enough at least to not repeat that question out loud. He isn't incredulous about it anymore, but he does continue to be surprised, every time it happens.

Reid doesn't ever try to be alone, but he knows he's an acquired taste. He'd much rather talk engineering than his socializing problems, in any case. His expression wrinkles again at the nickname, looking dour. Reid's played this game enough not to protest whatever he's called, because he knows it just encourages it, if not inspires a worse moniker. ]

It's better than pretty boy. [ That's his best friend's nickname for him. ] Company stock doesn't cross dimensions, I guess. Honestly, [ he goes on, ] I've never had a typical job either. Before I joined the FBI, I was at universities since I was twelve. Not exactly 'real world'. And, the one job I do know how to do, uh, not a lot of serial killers here.