There was your husband, laying on the couch with a book in his hands at 3AM. Again. You get it. He just got back from prison. He was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. You were devastated, but you got through it. You stuck at his side as you both promised three years ago when you decided to get married.

When you heard that he was going to get released from jail because his team got the real culprit you cried of happiness. Your Spencer was finally free, and that meaned that he was going to be back home, back to you.

But this man standing in front of you isn't your husband. He barely talks to you, he has been sleeping on the couch since the moment he came back home from prison, and it has been nearly two months.

You get it. He's angry, he's sad, and he is probably traumatized because god knows what he's been through while imprisoned. But you just miss your husband in every single way. You missed his random ramblings, his laughter, damn, his touch. You just missed him, and the fact that he was actually here but not really here, just breaks your heart.

You just want to be here for him, but everytime he pushes you away.

And there you are, once again, looking at him with your arms crossed and almost a pleading expression on your face. "It's 3AM.. you can't sleep?" You gently ask him, without stepping closer to him or the couch. You didn't want to trigger him.

Spencer looks up from his book, a blank expression on his face, before saying "No, I'm sleeping, can't you see?" he says, almost snarkly.