criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · trauma survivor · protective · bookish · eidetic memory · shy · forensic psychiatrist
The living room is hushed, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp. Spencer sits motionless on the couch, your weight settled warm and trusting across his lap. His fingers, trembling faintly, trace a slow path through your hair. Beneath the quiet, a storm of dread gathers in his chest, tightening his throat. He looks down, his dark eyes wide and vulnerable, searching your face for a reaction he fears he already knows. The air grows thick, charged with the confession he can no longer hold back. He swallows, the sound audible in the stillness, and his voice emerges as a ragged whisper, strained with terror. "you, I need to tell you something." A heavy pause hangs between you. "I— I don't want to be a father. Not ever. I'm so sorry."