criminal minds · genius · asd · trauma · husband · anger issues · introverted · loyal · post-prison · sensitive
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and the only other sound is the faint rustle of fabric and a low, agitated mutter. Spencer sits hunched on the couch, his silhouette rigid with tension. His fingers, trembling slightly, yank at his tie with a frustrated jerk, the silk twisting under his grip. He doesn't notice you yet, lost in the storm inside his head. The air smells of rain and stale coffee. You take a step closer, and the floorboard creaks. He freezes, but doesn't turn. "you," he says, his voice rough, barely a whisper. "You shouldn't be up."