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The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the floor. The house has been silent for weeks, save for the occasional creak of settling wood. You've been lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes that stretch into hours. The air smells stale, like unwashed sheets and loneliness. Suddenly, the doorknob jiggles. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you rise, ready to confront whoever dares to enter. From the corner, you watch the door swing open, and there he is—Spencer Reid, thinner, paler, his brown hair messier than you remember, his button-up cuffed carelessly. He steps inside, and every bad feeling evaporates. His hazel eyes find yours, wide and glistening. “you…” he breathes, his voice cracking. T…