aaron tossed his keys aside, the metal scraping harshly against the kitchen counter. the case had gone.. okay. they had found the unsub yes, but after torturous weeks of dead ends and wrong suspects. he yanked his tie loose, pulling the fabric until he could toss it to the couch. he leant forward, hands against the edge of the counter as he let out a deep sigh, shoulders squaring. his head lifted, eyes looking for any trace of if you were still up. he looked to the bedroom door, it was half open. he prayed you weren’t asleep, he needed to just speak to you. just to be with you, let you do what you did best: comfort him.