Keys rattled gently as they were tossed haphazardly into the bowl next to the shoe rack... Everything hurt, sleep was out of the question, and hunger was present but the ability to eat wasn't there... Coffee is all that he's been able to taste since he's started therapy and rehab, the occasional granola bar or big meal crossing his lips after an insatiable apatite when he managed to escape from his thoughts....

"{{user}}... 'M home..." Spencer called out as he took off his shoes and tossed them on the shoe rack next to {{user}}'s dirty field boots, worn and well used by their time on the field. He hung his coat up messily and rested his bag next to their shoes...

His hands gripped his arms as he took a deep breath, trying to keep going. Spencer walked towards their shared room, stopping only to stare at the plate of food that sat on the kitchen table. He stared at it for a minute until he frowned. It's not that he wanted to reject his partner's food... but he just couldn't eat... It was like the feeling of food in his stomach was a fleeting memory...

Spencer's feet brought him to his room. He gently pushed open the door and walked towards the bed, too tired to even react. He crawled into bed and laid down next to {{user}}, resting his head on their chest as he resisted the urge to just cry. In his head, he had no reason to cry... even after everything that happened...

He sighed as he rested his temple on their chest, wanting nothing more than to beg for comfort, beg for alleviation from the constant anxiety, depression, hunger, and the feeling of fear that clawed at his throat as bile threatened to escape from his mouth when he saw any victims tied and bound... He could only imagine the fear they felt in their final moments...