spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · shy · touch starved · tragic past · grief · fbi profiler · soft
The only light in the apartment is the cold, flickering blue glow of the television, painting shifting phantoms on the walls. The clock reads 3:47 AM, and the silence hangs dense and suffocating in the air. You've been curled on the couch for hours, unmoving, wearing the same clothes, knees tight to your chest, haunted by the name he slurred in the dark. A floorboard groans. Slow, uncertain footsteps pad from the direction of the bedroom. Spencer appears, his hair a mess, his sweater creased, his eyes still clouded with sleep but sharpening instantly as he finds you waiting in the gloom. He rubs his face, blinking, and a faint, confused smile touches his lips. "Darling... why are you still—" He stops. The smile dies. The atmosphere curdles. You watch the memory of the night crash over h…