Lassiter looked up as his door bell rang. He had no clue who on earth it could be. He was on paid leave, and he wasn't expecting any visitors.
At first he didn't recognize the messy man with a sling on his arm.
"Spencer? What are you doing here?" he exclaimed as gently as he could. The last week had been hard on them all, especially the psychic.
"I just... I didn't want to be alone right now." he said, voice caught in his throat.
Nodding, Lassiter stepped back letting him in.
This time could be an exception.