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Post by Corey Spencer on Nov 17, 2015 3:04:20 GMT -6
{OOC Note: Takes place after this thread}
There were better nights and worse nights for those who worked in emergency services. While no shift ever seemed devoid of at least one ghastly, bone chilling sight some were fare easier to stomach than others. If Corey had learned anything in over 10 years as an Army combat medic and another 4 as one on the civilian side it was that not all cases are created equal. Sometimes the blood simply didn't bother you, others a seemingly tame, tepid call could haunt him for days (or years) after. Tonight, it was apparent, happened to have been one of the bad nights.
After keying his way into Reid Chase's house, Corey carefully closed the door behind him. He'd done this a hundred times, at least, before and was beginning to learn how to navigate her home without bothering to turn any lights on. Tonight, though, as the hands on his watch began to creep toward 3am, Reid had left a small light on just inside the door. The gesture was seemingly insignificant, though it brought a faint smile to the big man's face as he reached over to turn it off in order to venture further in.
The door slowly opened, casting a faded, pale light from the hallway into the darkened bedroom. With a shaky hand, Corey pushed the door closed once he'd stepped inside and took a deep breath. He stood for a long moment, his back to the sleeping form that was tucked warmly beneath a bundle of blankets. It was then the thoughts began to invade his mind. The same thoughts that had kept him from building any meaningful relationship outside of the military when he was in the Army. He couldn't possibly lay his burden upon Reid, could he? What man, in their right mind, could possibly do such a thing to someone who'd already stared down their share of demons? Especially when those demons still lingered.
With a long, slow breath, Corey turned and crossed the room, the lure of the warmth beneath the blankets was far too much for even his considerable will to resist. He paused long enough to quietly shed his jacket, boots and pants. He'd showered and changed before leaving the station, opting to don a pair of loose shorts under his pants. Slowly he lifted the corner of the blankets and slipped beneath them, his bulk shifting the bed and causing far more of a disturbance than he'd care to. Without a word he edged across the bed, large arms reached out for the comfort and warmth of the slender redhead.
There were better nights and worse nights for those who worked in emergency services. While no shift ever seemed devoid of at least one ghastly, bone chilling sight some were fare easier to stomach than others. If Corey had learned anything in over 10 years as an Army combat medic and another 4 as one on the civilian side it was that not all cases are created equal. Sometimes the blood simply didn't bother you, others a seemingly tame, tepid call could haunt him for days (or years) after. Tonight, it was apparent, happened to have been one of the bad nights.
After keying his way into Reid Chase's house, Corey carefully closed the door behind him. He'd done this a hundred times, at least, before and was beginning to learn how to navigate her home without bothering to turn any lights on. Tonight, though, as the hands on his watch began to creep toward 3am, Reid had left a small light on just inside the door. The gesture was seemingly insignificant, though it brought a faint smile to the big man's face as he reached over to turn it off in order to venture further in.
The door slowly opened, casting a faded, pale light from the hallway into the darkened bedroom. With a shaky hand, Corey pushed the door closed once he'd stepped inside and took a deep breath. He stood for a long moment, his back to the sleeping form that was tucked warmly beneath a bundle of blankets. It was then the thoughts began to invade his mind. The same thoughts that had kept him from building any meaningful relationship outside of the military when he was in the Army. He couldn't possibly lay his burden upon Reid, could he? What man, in their right mind, could possibly do such a thing to someone who'd already stared down their share of demons? Especially when those demons still lingered.
With a long, slow breath, Corey turned and crossed the room, the lure of the warmth beneath the blankets was far too much for even his considerable will to resist. He paused long enough to quietly shed his jacket, boots and pants. He'd showered and changed before leaving the station, opting to don a pair of loose shorts under his pants. Slowly he lifted the corner of the blankets and slipped beneath them, his bulk shifting the bed and causing far more of a disturbance than he'd care to. Without a word he edged across the bed, large arms reached out for the comfort and warmth of the slender redhead.
