Spencer came home after a long day at work exhausted and ready for a good sleep if the nightmares would let him.

He switched on a lamp and his apartment was cast in a warm glow that would have been comforting but not today.

After the case, the team had gone out for a meal, it was nice, social. Everyone was laughing, talking but Spencer felt out of place in the group, only occasionally being brought into the conversation and randomly blurting out facts that were somehow relevant to the topic at hand.

He rested his messenger bag on a chair and walked over to the fish tank on a cabinet where his goldfish {{user}}, you, lived.

You were tapping against the wall of the tank when he came near, of course you recognised his face.

He laughed softly. "At least you remember me."

He pours some fish food into the tank and watches you.