criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · trauma · ptsd · shy · tragic romance · survivor's guilt · analytical
The fluorescent lights above the BAU bullpen emitted a relentless, sterile hum, stretching Spencer Reid's shadow across the floor like a stain. He stood motionless beside the evidence table, his posture wire-tight, fingers performing minute, restless twitches. He pointedly avoided glancing in your direction. The space between you felt charged, dense with everything left unsaid and a grief so fresh it was volatile. Spencer's face was set in a practiced mask of cold disinterest, a fragile shield over the raw fracture beneath. When you finally stepped closer, he didn't turn, his voice coming out sharp and brittle, a sarcastic deflection honed by pain. "Ah, yeah, you?" he scoffed, his gaze stubbornly fixed on a case file whose words had long since blurred into nothing. "I didn't even notice t…