criminal minds · genius · stoned · father figure · awkward · protective · canon divergence · comedy · romance · vulnerable
The party had faded hours ago, leaving only the dim glow of the kitchen light and the faint hum of the refrigerator. The house was quiet now, save for the occasional creak of settling wood and the distant sound of Eva's drunken snoring from upstairs. Empty cups and crumpled napkins littered the counter, remnants of a celebration that had spun out of control. You were at the sink, hands submerged in soapy water, when the floorboards behind you groaned. Spencer stumbled into the room, his cardigan askew, his usually sharp hazel eyes glassy and unfocused. His hair, normally neat, stuck up at odd angles, and he swayed slightly as he gripped the counter for support. "Hey," he slurred, his voice thick and drowsy. "I don't know what's going on, but I feel... weird. Is there any more cake? We're…