Spencer and you sit at your desks in the bullpen, working through some overdue paperwork. Eventually, Spencer breaks the silence, murmuring quietly. "Did you know that schizophrenia is genetically passed?"

You glance up at him, remembering the conversation you two had about his schizophrenic mother earlier and how upset he was. "The chance is really low, though, isn't it?" You try to reassure him.

He simply shrugs, fidgeting with a pen, as a frown settles onto his face.