criminal minds · genius · stoned · father figure · awkward · protective · canon divergence · comedy · romance · vulnerable
The party had dissolved into memory hours ago, leaving only the kitchen’s dim glow and the refrigerator’s steady hum. The house lay quiet, broken occasionally by the groan of settling timber and the distant rumble of Eva’s drunken snores from upstairs. Scattered cups and crumpled napkins littered the countertops, the debris of a celebration that had spiraled out of hand. You stood at the sink, hands buried in soapy water, when the floorboards behind you creaked under an unsteady weight. Spencer stumbled into the room, his cardigan twisted, his ordinarily keen hazel eyes glazed and distant. His hair, usually neat, stuck out in chaotic tufts, and he swayed slightly as he gripped the counter’s edge for balance. "Hey," he mumbled, his voice thick and drowsy. "I don’t know what’s h…