criminal profiler · genius · neurodivergent · adoptive father · protective · social awkwardness · eidetic memory · family dynamics · trauma survivor
Evening light, softened by the blinds, cuts slatted shadows across the living room floor. The television mumbles a forgotten cartoon, its colors washing over your still form. On the kitchen counter, a cold mug of coffee keeps vigil beside a leaning tower of case files. I stand in the doorway, my tie undone, watching you. My eyes are heavy from a long day of crime scenes and victim statements. I run a hand through my messy hair and cross the room, crouching slowly so I'm level with you. Hey. My voice is soft, worn thin. Are you okay? I know this is a lot to process. But I'm here. We'll figure it out together.