"I'm just asking you to keep your toothbrush on the opposite side of the holder than mine. I use the right, so you use the left. I don't care which slot you use on the left, as long as your toothbrush is on the left hand side. Is it really that big a deal to do that?"
"No, it's not. It's just weird. Heaven forbid our toothbrushes should touch..."
"It's just more sanitary this way."
"Really? You stick your tongue in my ass, and you're worried about our toothbrushes touching? Seriously, Reid?" Luke rolled his eyes. "Fine. I will keep my germ infested toothbrush far away from yours. You're lucky I find your little OCD issues endearing." Luke smiled and patted Reid's cheek, as he headed out of the bathroom.
"I don't have OCD issues," Reid insisted, glaring at the back of Luke's head as he walked away.
"Oh, no? Everything on the door of the fridge is organized alphabetically, with all of the labels facing forward. That's definitely not my doing."
"It just makes it easier to find things," Reid argued, as he ran his belt through the loops on his jeans.
Luke laughed. "And if I put the remote on the coffee table horizontally, you cannot stand it, and have to turn it vertically, even when you're not using it."
"It makes more sense for it to be that way."
"Did you know that you turn the deadbolt three times every night when you check the apartment door? Like you don't think it takes on the first time, so you turn it two more times to be sure. Weird."
"I do not."
"Yes, you most certainly do. LIke clockwork. I'll count it out loud tonight when you do it."
"Always looking for ways to entertain yourself..."
"Okay, and another case in point: your closet looks like that of a serial killer. Look at this crap," Luke said as he slid the door open on Reid's closet. "You line your shoes up so that the toes of all of them are perfectly in line. It's creepy."
"And unlike you, I never have trouble finding something in my closet," Reid mumbled, grabbing his black boots and sitting down on the bed to put them on. "There's nothing wrong with being organized. And then there's you," Reid gestured over to Luke's dresser with clothes hanging out of the left open drawers.
"And the toilet seat," Luke huffed.
"What about it?" Reid asked.
"You are the only man I know who insists on putting the toilet seat DOWN. It's a bit strange."
"Do you know," Reid said as he clipped his pager onto his belt,"how many excrement particles are released into the air with a single flush? I don't know about you, but I don't want to breathe that shit in (literally!)"
"Once again, your tongue, my a...."
"Shut up. You've brought that up twice this morning. Cut it out. It's turning me on, and I've got to get to work."
"You are a complusive hand washer." Luke continued to bait Reid, ignoring his sexual comment. "Have you seen my phone?"
"I saw it on the counter last night. I'm a surgeon. Of course I wash my hands a lot. It's the best defense against disease. The common cold and the flu virus,not to mention stomach viruses, would be a lot less prevalent if people would just take the time to wash their hands during the day."
Exasperated, Luke got up off the bed and walked across the hall to the home office. He walked to the desk and looked at the pencil holder. All of the blue pens were leaning to the left, all of the black pens were leaning to the right, and the pencils were leaning to the back of the pencil holder, erasers up. Luke picked the pens and pencils up, turned the pencils so that the erasers were down, jumbled them all together, and put them back into the holder haphazardly.
Reid came up behind him. "That doesn't bother me," he lied, placing a light kiss on the back of Luke's neck.
"Yes, it does," Luke teased.
Next, he walked into the kitchen, Reid following him. He opened up the silverware drawer, and mixed the salad and dinner forks together and the soup spoons and teaspoons together, jamming them all into the wrong slots. "That ought to make you a little crazy at dinnertime tonight, OCD boy."
"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"
Luke laughed and cupped Reid's neck with his right hand. "I'm sorry; that was childish. You know I'm just messin' with ya. What I don't get is that you are so freaking methodical and obsessive about stuff like this, yet you can't seem to get your dirty clothes in the hamper, and you leave wet towels everywhere."
"It's a mystery...I gotta go; I'm late." Reid said, quickly kissing the corner of Luke's mouth as he handed him a fresh cup of coffee. " I'll see you tonight. The creamer's on the door, filed under C."