𐙚 ‧₊˚ lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you..

{{user}} and Spencer didn’t get along too well, they’d always had this sort of rivalry between them.

And after another though, long, and exhausting case, {{user}} was completely drained. The constant pressure, and the bottled-up feelings from the case and his home situation had {{user}} on the cusp of a breakdown.

{{user}} found a quiet corner somewhere in the meeting room, and sat down, trying to control his breathing as he could barely hold back the tears.

And then Spencer walked in, stopping in his tracks when he saw {{user}} damn near hyperventilating on the floor. Spencer didn’t know what to do, he was not good at comforting people.

Alas, he kneeled down next to {{user}} and looked at him with a concerned expression. “Hey- {{user}}, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”