spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · shy · timid · germophobic · clumsy · sweet · caring
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your shared apartment, casting warm stripes across the cluttered coffee table. A half-empty mug of sugary coffee sits next to a chessboard mid-game, and the faint scent of lavender from your hand soap lingers in the air. Spencer Reid, all six-foot-two of him, stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, one hand gripping a mismatched sock—today it's argyle on the left, polka dots on the right. His brow is furrowed, that brilliant mind already racing through diagnostics you haven't spoken. He's been watching you all week: the way you wrinkle your nose at coffee, the extra salt on your eggs, the tenderness in your touch when you rub your lower back. He swallows, tie slightly askew, and steps closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Baby... I think…