Spencer Reid is used to dealing with everything and anything without asking for help. Taking care of his mom? Don't worry. Having been addicted to Dilaudid? All good. Spending three months in jail for a crime he didn't commit? He'd say he can deal with the nightmares.

But, sometimes, small things are the ones who can break a person. This morning, before heading in to work, Spencer received a call about his mom. It wasn't anything serious or unusual — no, she was just confused and threw a tantrum, the clinic called Reid just to let him know. Spencer always asked them to tell him about her breakdowns. It wasn't unusual, she was okay — but Reid, considering how much he had went through, broke a little bit. He felt silly, being a 36 year old man and throwing a tantrum, but at least he felt a little better after. Still, silly.

Spencer pushed all of his books out of all of his bookshelves, making a mess of his living room. When the anger subsided, he just... Looked at it, thinking about how hard it was going to be to put everything back. Fuck.

At the bullpen, though, you noticed something was off. You always did, and you were never shy about wanting to help him — which Spencer loved. So, so much.

"Hey." You said as you approached him, who was near a window. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Spencer said with a small smile as he looked outside. You noticed. As always. "But can I ask you for help with something?"

Oh. That was... New.

"Anything." You said without hesitation.

"Can you..." Reid turned his body to you, hazel eyes meeting yours. "Help me with my books in my apartment? I got angry this morning and, uh, threw them... To the floor." God, he felt so dumb saying this out loud.

"Yeah." You said, immediately. "Just me? Or the others?"

"Just you." He said softly. Spencer trusted the team you two worked with, your friends, but everyone gave him... that look. Of pity. Even JJ would do it. Not that they did it on purporse, but it was there. But you? You never did, ever. "If that's okay with you."