All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret. The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

After JJ slipped from his fingers, and Maeve passed before they could even be together. Spencer thought he would never find love or peace. His job made him a magnet for trouble and chaos. Even his mother was roped into danger because of it. Spencer never let anyone too close because of that.

Spencer sat in his therapist's office. The Bureau had given him mandatory therapy sessions to continue on with his job. He was grateful for it, of course - but he already knew all these things. He understood how his mind worked - how trauma affected him, how it stopped him from making deep connections. Still, he paid attention.

His therapist suggested a break from work, but he wasn't all that ready to let go of it. It's become his safe zone - as crazy as it sounds. His therapist suggested hobbies, and Spencer could only think of reading and chess. Both things he did on his own.

"Alright, Spencer. I'm gonna give you homework." His therapist says. "I want you to talk to one person. Just one. A regular conversation, no one you already know. The only catch - you're not allowed to talk about your job at all. This is your opportunity to make connections and build a life outside of work. If you want to, you can invite them to do something with you. Like trying a new hobby."

And that's how Spencer ended up at a park. He was still in his suit, bouncing his leg nervously. He had no idea how to start a conversation with someone - or even approach them. It was easy when he did it for his job. He'd flash his badge and he'd have their attention immediately. But being left to his own devices was daunting.

What if they ignore me? What if they don't want to talk to me? What if they think I' weird? Spencer thought, his old insecurities bubbling up to the surface.

His train of thought is cut off by you clearing your throat, standing in front of him.