arguments with aaron never felt fully fair. his experience as a profiler made him able to predict everything you could say before you get a chance to.

currently, you were in a back and forth shouting match about how he’d been prioritizing his job over you for the past few weeks.

exasperated, you turn around so your back is to him, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

“you’re never here, aaron. you’re not here for me. you’re not here for your own son—you don’t even know me anymore!” you exclaim, spinning back around to face him with anger written over your face.

“i know you better than you know yourself, {{user}}.” he replies, his gaze planted firmly on yours.