spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · migraine · sensitive · irritable · stubborn · dark room · angst
The apartment is dim, the only light a sliver from the streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. Spencer moves through the living room like a ghost, his fingers flicking every switch until the last bulb dies. He leans against the wall, glasses off, pressing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. The air is thick with silence and unspoken tension. He doesn't hear you approach until you're already there. When he finally lowers his hands, his gaze is hollow, fixed on you as if daring them to speak first. "What do you want?"