He eludes them on purpose. He's happy and comfortable in his little academic bubble. If there was something approaching his team here, he'd emerge to go to work, but there isn't, so as far as he's concerned, he's found his niche and if it takes him longer than most to fulfill a wish, oh well. That he'd made friends here at all already has him feeling pretty good.

He has a distinct feeling of déjà vu when she prompts him to take part in a matchmaking service. Reid swears between them, his teammates have encouraged him to loosen up and go out a dozen times a year. His expression crinkles at this old refrain, but he answers with a tone of long-suffering complaint rather than true offense. "It's not my fault I showed up in January. You want me to go on a date? I don't know how to do that!"