Terry felt strange visiting a teacher at night time. He had no idea why he had wandered to Reid's room, or why he was bothering so much with the art teacher. He sat on a chair and said nothing, shrugging Reid's question off like he always did. He clasped his hands and looked at them, staring at the mole on his pinkie finger and his chewed nails. He bit them when he was nervous, though at the moment, he didn't feel nervous.

A lot of stuff rotated in his mind, so many things he wanted to ask and talk about. Yet, nothing seemed to want to form into words that he could speak. He found that he was shaking and steadied himself, looking over to Reid again and sighing. "Couldn't sleep."

His stomach rumbled audibly and he grimaced, blushing slightly at the noise. "I didn't make it to the cafeteria..."