Rossi: "He died about a year later. "

Reid: "I'm sorry about your uncle" 

Rossi: "I'm sorry about Maeve. So how long has it been now? 4 months?"

Reid: "3 months and 15 days" 

Rossi: "Which is why you're not sleeping. This can't go on." 

Reid: "I realize that the social acceptable time to suffer of lute is coming to an end..." 

Rossi: "That's not what i mean. Wallow as much as you need, but TALK to someone." 

Reid: "I feel like there are two kinds of people in this world, Rossi, the ones who get over their griefs and move on and the ones that descent in some kind of endless misery" 

Rossi: "I know how you feel. It gives time." 

Reid: "How much time? I thought by coming to work everyday and helping other people the pain would lessen, but it hasn't. I still remember every single word we ever said to each other." 

Rossi: "Finally. A good memory. Spencer, if you wanna feel better, you can't control the process. You gotta let yourself grief." 

Reid: "I'm not sleeping because, when I do, I dream of Maeve. When I see her I feel the sweetest relieve imaginable. She always asks me to dance, but I can't because I don't know how to dance. But it feels like it's a way I found to touch her cause I couldn't when she was alive... and it keep coming as a fantasy so I force myself to wake up. Is that part normal?"