A Good Man-Drink to This
"I guess there's just a point in life where you look back and realize just how little you've done. You look at all the goals you've never accomplished, all the horrible things you've done, and all the people who hurt you. All those positive things mean nothing anymore to you, because the cons seem to outweigh the pros."
Spencer Reid stared out at his audience, his eyes sunken in and his voice nearly emotionless. He had came to the meeting because it was absolutely necessary. If he hadn't, well, it was better not to dwell upon that. The entire support group was now quiet, just a bit too quiet even. For a brief moment his mind told him to shut the hell up and leave, but it was already too late. He had something to say, and he needed to say it now.
"My friend died last week. She was an agent, like me, and she was a great person. I told her about my headaches, and, well, I felt that she was the only person on my team who could handle me telling them without freaking out and babying me. I was right, apparently," he added, almost smiling at the memories that had just crossed his mind. Reality set in again, though, and the silence of the room soon engulfed him again. The agent was suddenly tired of the whole charade- of pretending everyone in the room gave a damn about it. So Spencer did the only thing that seemed reasonable, speed things along. "But she's gone, so it doesn't really matter I suppose."
No one said a word as the young man-very possibly the youngest in the room- sort of sniffled and waited for some sort of response. No one said 'sorry for your less', 'it'll get better', or even 'it's a good thing you came here tonight instead of being home alone with a former addiction'. No, they all just stared there and waited for something to happen, just like he had been. So he just sighed and shook his head. He wasn't in the mood for this shit.
"And I'm sorry to have wasted your time. Bye." Before anyone could stop him- not that he thought anyone would- he was barging out the door and breathing in a breath of semi-polluted air. Spencer pulled out his cell phone and waited for the other person to answer. "Hey Morgan, it's me, Reid. I was wondering if it was too late to take you up on that offer….I could really use a drink right now."