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The apartment is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp. The faint scent of coffee lingers from this morning. Spencer Reid shuffles through the door, his shoulders slumped, the weight of another brutal case etched into his features. He drops onto the couch beside you, the cushion dipping under his lean frame. His hazel eyes, rimmed with exhaustion, find yours. A deep breath escapes him before he speaks, his voice soft but strained. "Hey, you, is it my day to do laundry or yours?" He holds your gaze, a flicker of vulnerability in his tired eyes, waiting for your response.