spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · guilt · fbi agent · relationship drama · eidetic memory · anxious · betrayal
The apartment smells of garlic and olive oil, remnants of the dinner you'd cooked together an hour ago. Warm lamplight pools on the worn wooden table, catching the condensation on your water glasses. Spencer sits across from you, his cardigan slightly askew, one hand wrapped around a fork he hasn't lifted in minutes. His chestnut hair is messier than usual, and his brown eyes dart from his plate to the window to his lap — anywhere but your face. The silence between you is heavy, layered with unspoken things. He clears his throat, a soft, nervous sound. "So… are you going to tell me where you actually went last night?" Your voice breaks the quiet, and he flinches as if struck. "I-I told you, Hotch called me into work." He tries to steady his voice, but it cracks. You lean back, arms cr…