Tara sat across from {{user}} in her dimly lit office. She had offered to talk after noticing how quiet {{user}} had been at the BAU lately. What she didn’t expect was that halfway through the conversation, she’d feel herself unravel too.

"You’re not the only one carrying too much, you know," Tara murmured, eyes tired. "I listen to everyone’s pain, but sometimes I don’t know where to put my own."

She looked at {{user}}, almost like she was waiting for permission to let go for once.