Morgan stepped out of the bathroom, his sweatpants clinging to him as he dried off his upper body with a towel. Reid was curled under the covers of his own bed. Morgan sat down on the other bed, watching as Reid's eyes twitched beneath their lids. The way the kid's hand clutched at the corner of the sheet made Morgan's heart ache slightly.

The door cracked open after Reid had finished his shower. Reid's face appeared in the small opening, hair wet and dripping. 'Um, Morgan, can you give me my shirt?' Morgan looked up from the case file he was reviewing, 'Reid, come get it yourself.' Spencer's eyebrows pulled together, 'I don't have a shirt on.' Morgan huffed, frustrated; 'Are you kidding me kid?' Reid stared at him for a moment more before slowly opening the door. Morgan's eyes traveled over Reid's flat chest and stomach, surprised to see the slight tone of muscle and the faint growth of chest hair. He was even more surprised to see the shadows of dark scars on his slender hips and arms. Spencer quickly pulled his shirt over his head, and it was only then that Derek noticed that Spencer never wore short sleeves, even to bed. Eye's downcast, Spencer made himself comfortable in bed without a word. 'Reid, I didn't-' He cut him off, 'Morgan, just go take a shower.'

He expected the kid to be sleeping by the time he came out, especially now that Spencer wanted to avoid conversation. He could tell he wasn't actually asleep, though. "Reid, man, please don't shut me out," he pleaded gently.

Spencer's big eyes slowly fluttered open and stared back at Morgan. "You could have just passed me my shirt when I asked instead of being an ass about it," he spat, anger laced in his voice.

"I know, I'm sorry kid. I didn't think you had a reason, I just thought you were being shy," he admitted honestly, hoping Reid wouldn't take offense.

"I know, I just..." He hesitated, looking away, "Don't tell anyone about that, please."

"Spencer, I wont tell anyone. But I'd like to know why at least."

Reid looked over at him, and they just stared at each other silently for a few moments. Neither of them looked away or spoke, until Spencer finally took a deep breath.

"I just don't know how to handle the things we see every day. They're driving me mad, and I need something that I can control. I can't control what these psychopaths do to their victims, but I can control how I..." He trailed off, eventually breaking eye contact.

"That's usually why people cut themselves, for sense of control," Reid flinched at how directly Morgan put it.

"I'm afraid because it doesn't even hurt anymore, Morgan. Nothing hurts, I don't really feel anything."

They were both silent after that, and Morgan slowly reached forward and took Spencer's wrist. He lifted the sleeve and investigated the tiny cuts beneath. Reid stayed perfectly still, refusing to pull his arm away, even though he wanted it hidden. Morgan released him and Reid retracted his arm, covering it away under the blankets.

"You'll learn to feel something again, Reid. Don't let this job suffocate you. I'll be here for you." Spencer looked up at him, a surge of hope rushing through his veins at the thought of not having to face his inner demons alone.

"Thank you, Morgan."