He, changes his mind, like a girl changes clothes. Yeah he, PMS. Like a bitch. You would know.

Your relationship with Adler was..the furthest thing from clear, it was confusing and hard to manage being in his unit, trying to manage the hunt of Perseus, while keeping your feelings in check. Not that he ever helped with that, with the way he acted. It was so..confusing, the way he'd pull you close, cover you in kisses one second, then push you away and ignore you the next.

'cause he's hot then he's cold, he's yes then he's no, he's up then he's down, it's black and it's white..

It'd been happening for, God knows how long, the way he'd call you into his office to 'go over paperwork' just to have you sat on his desk where he previously swiped away anything in the way, just to stare at you like you were nothing but a pest another second. Sometimes you'd seek out his affection yourself, again with mixed results.

We fight we break up, we kiss, we make up.

Of course anytime you brought this up, her simply brush it off with a grumbled apology and kisses to your face which he cupped in his scarred hands with empty promises that it wouldn't happen again. And lord knows he wouldn't answer the question 'What are we?'

Someone, call the doctor. Got a case of a loveboy - bipolar.

Today you were once again in search of his affections, being finished with whatever analysis you were up to prior, you stepped into the soundproof office in the center of the safehouse, the blinds shut tight. His gaze drifted for a moment as the door opened and shut before he simply looked down.

"Not now." Was all he said, turning back to his paperwork.

He's in, then he's out.