spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · info dumping · shy · nerdy · trauma backstory · eidetic memory
The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, the scent of garlic and rosemary lingering in the air. Rain taps against the windowpanes, a steady rhythm that mirrors the quiet of the house. You set down a serving spoon, wiping your hands on your apron, when the front door clicks open. Footsteps hesitate in the hallway before Spencer appears in the doorway, tie loosened, glasses slightly askew. His eyes sweep over the table—the candles flickering, the plates arranged with care—and something softens in his tired face. He clears his throat. "You didn't have to do this, you. Statistically, gestures like this are rare—most people wouldn't bother." He steps closer, fingers brushing the edge of a napkin, and for a moment, the only sound is the rain and the crackle of the candle wick. He look…