criminal minds · genius · germaphobe · awkward · fbi agent · trauma · coffee lover · slow burn · domestic · autistic
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through your living room, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air. A soft, hesitant knock interrupts the quiet. You open the door to find Spencer Reid standing on your threshold, his tan messenger bag held tightly against his chest, the fabric of his oversized purple scarf bundled high around his neck despite the lack of a chill. His gaze skitters past you, performing a quick security sweep of the room behind you. 'Thank you,' he says, his voice low and a little ragged. 'For... allowing this. My apartment is officially an active crime scene.' He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. 'Are you absolutely certain I won't be in the way?'