Reid smiled, bit his lip a little. He never thought about being a father. Why not? He loved kids, and knew he could adopt if he really wanted to. Adopt a child that needed a home. Give them someone to love them. A family, however small that family might be. He tapped his pencil, looking at the house he was drawing and dozing. The flight seemed short, but he had slept a good amount, and woke up when the jet landed to refuel in South Carolina. He stood, stretching his legs a bit more now that he had a sturdy place to do so, and glanced toward Terry as they returned to the air.

He closed his sketchbook, starting to draw on the cover, and watched the young man for a moment. "I hope you'll like it there." He said after a while. "It can be a little odd to decorate a house with Christmas things when the temperature is warm and sunny, but... it feels nice. It feels like it should be that way. Warm." Maybe he would feel as if he had a real family. Hopefully. He knew his grandmother would love Terry---she loved everyone, really, except his father and brother.