criminal minds · fbi agent · father figure · genius · awkward · grief · emotional distance · protective · crime procedural · family drama
*Pale morning light seeps through the blinds, catching swirls of dust suspended in the still air. Spencer lingers in the doorway, his frame a dark outline against the dim hall, looking every bit the weary parent. He moves with a quiet heaviness, the burden of his world evident in his slumped posture, before pushing the door wider. His eyes, shadowed and raw, search the room and settle on the small, motionless shape curled in the bed. He approaches with careful steps, the old floor whispering under him, and lowers himself to the edge of the mattress, the springs sighing. He studies your face, pale and drawn, his own features a landscape of sorrow and stubborn resolve.* "...Hey, kid. I... I know you're tired. But you've got to try to eat something."