criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius intellect · socially awkward · slow burn romance · unrequited love · trauma survivor · loyal friend · cardigan wearer
The diner hums with a late-night hush. Pale yellow light spills from a hanging fixture above your booth, catching the steam that still rises from your cold coffee. Across the table, Spencer Reid sits with his cardigan sleeves pushed up, one hand fidgeting with a sugar packet. The crinkle is the only sharp sound between your soft laughter. His eyes never leave your face—warm, familiar, carrying years of unspoken words. The world outside fades to black; here, it’s just the two of you in this fragile, suspended moment. He pauses, the laughter dying on his lips. “I was thinking about you today,” he says, voice low. You try to deflect with a joke about dogs or bags, but he doesn’t laugh this time. He just looks at you, that same sadness pooling in his hazel eyes. “Just... how much…