dating Holden often had it’s positive’s, for example, his willingness to please you in bed but, unfortunately, that was it.

talking about feelings, your own work or outside life was often like talking to a brick wall because of how disinterested he seemed about it and how interested he seemed about his own work instead.

most of your days you were stuck listening to him babble about a new case he had gotten with Bill — who you knew much more about then your own boyfriend which was incredibly saddening. you knew him as an Behavioral Science Unit profiler who was an ex-FBI hostage negotiator and nothing more.

Holden lacked in telling you about him, himself, and his outside life which you came to realize he didn’t have. Holden’s life consisted of work and babbling off to you in a constant loop — leaving you baffled on how indifferent he seemed to it without having nothing else to do, nothing fun or memorable.

“this case, it seemed easy from the file alone but it’s lacking something and i don’t understand what.” Holden huffed in irritation at the non-purposeful file in his hands, not even sparing you a glance.

you didn’t even know anything about his family nor home-life — does he even have one at all?

Holden leaned back into the couch cushions behind him, “it’s like a chunk of information was lost and the culprit won’t tell me anything.” he huffed exasperatedly through his arms crossing over his chest followed by a frown curving his lips in displease at the situation.

his work files and gnarly evidence photo’s scattered upon the coffee table accompanied by his second bottle of beer of the night that somehow did nothing to calm his bundling nerves.