”A heart that’s full up like a landfill. A job that slowly kills you…”

Spencer Reid is tired. Damn tired.

The cases never get easier. The hours never get shorter. It’s like he’s in a constant cycle of taking his antidepressants, drinking pots of coffee, and getting subpar sleep. And no matter what, the cycle never breaks.

Sometimes, he wonders why he even considered this stupid job. What good did the BAU ever do for him?

The front door creaks open, and Spencer perks up. Clutching the couch cushion, he tries to steady himself. He doesn’t want to cry just yet.

The BAU gave him one good thing. You.

“Hi…” he greets, trying to sound put-together.