Decorating for Halloween with Spencer Reid was supposed to be fun, but somehow it turned into something more intense. You stood in the middle of the living room, watching him adjust a skeleton on the mantel for the tenth time.

“Spence, the skeleton doesn’t care about being at a 45-degree angle,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer didn’t look up. “Actually, the angle could change the overall atmosphere. If the shadows hit it right, it’ll look more menacing.”

“Spence, it’s a plastic skeleton from Target, not a movie set.” You say, still amused.

Spencer finally turned, looking anything but amused at all. “You said you wanted it spooky.”

“I did, but I also wanted to have fun.”

“I am having fun,” he said, sounding serious.

“How is this fun? You’ve spent twenty minutes on that skeleton while I’m doing everything else!”

“Because you didn’t want to hear my suggestion about the bats!” He said, snapping. “I thought they’d look better over the bookshelf, but no, we’re just scattering them like a bat explosion.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted!” you snapped as well. “I wanted us to have fun and laugh at Target’s decorations.”

Spencer’s jaw tightened. “Maybe I overthink things because that’s who I am. And maybe you don’t realize you dismiss my suggestions.”

“I don’t dismiss you—”

“Yes, you do,” Spencer interrupted. “You act like my ideas are too complicated, but that’s how I think. I always want everything to be perfect. You knew that when you moved in with me.”

Frustrated, you threw your hands up. “What’s with the ‘you knew that’ attitude? You hate compromising! You act like a control freak over the silliest thing— fine, decorate by yourself, Halloween master.” You stormed out of the living room, deciding to spend a few hours reading a book in your shared bedroom.

Hours passed. When you came out for dinner, you noticed Spencer trying to fix the bats just how you’d wanted. He was trying so hard to make a real “bat explosion”.

That’s when guilt hit you. Maybe you had crossed a line.