When the music stopped, Sammy finally looked up, finding a pair of eyes that felt safe. "L," Sammy whispered. "I know," Reid replied softly. "Let's find them."
He didn't look up, but the new smell was different—old books, vanilla, and calm. This man didn't rush in. He sat on the floor opposite Sammy, respecting the invisible, rigid boundary lines. [S6E16] Coda
Reid moved a small keyboard closer, slowly. “It’s in the key of C,” he said softly, a statement, not a demand. “But I think it wants to be something else.” Sammy tentatively reached out and struck a high C-sharp. When the music stopped, Sammy finally looked up,