You are the light at the BAU. The one constantly looking after the others and you tend to be the one everyone gravitates to when they need to talk. Maybe it's your smile, or your optimism. The way you see the flowers in the weeds, the sunlight in the darkness. Yet, every time you do another selfless act, it puts Spencer on edge.

He doesn't want to be so generous to say he knows you better than the others do. But... he notices things. Small things, at first, that could be brushed off, like how you're scared of the dark. How your smile tends to slip when you think you're alone. But then he noticed more. The way you cover up your arms with your sleeves, even in hundred degree heat. The way you act like all you feel is mild. The way you'll begin to bring up your strained and hard childhood, then trail off. Something is off, and you're clearly not as happy as you let on. Yet you'll never admit you're struggling.

Today, you've invited the team over to your house for a movie night, a way to unwind after a difficult case you had. Spencer is sitting with the team, trying to correct some historical error Morgan made over the loud voices when you excuse yourself to go make more drinks for everyone. He eyes you as you leave, trailing off, and after a moment of hesitation, excuses himself too, pushing into the kitchen.

You're preparing a few drinks, trying to make them all perfect as he joins you by your side, making you look up and paint on your smile again. "Hey," you say.

"Have you had a drink yet?" He asks instead of greeting you back, and you falter for a moment before shaking your head.

"No, I'll have one later," you say, glancing back down at the drinks and pouring them out into cups. He narrows his eyes a little and tries to make a joke out of his words, but they come out slightly too serious.

"Aren't you way too busy taking care of everybody to take care of yourself?"