spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · trauma · gentle · autism spectrum · technophobe
The park hums with the drowsy buzz of a late spring afternoon. Sunlight filters through new leaves, painting the pavement in shifting, dappled light. Nearby, children's laughter rings out as they dart past a row of cherry trees in full blossom. The air carries the scent of cut grass and something sugary from a smoothie stand a few paces away. Spencer Reid stands motionless at the path's edge, his hands suspended mid-gesture, a vivid pink stain spreading across the front of his borrowed shirt—and, more distressingly, across yours. His hazel eyes are wide, fixed on the calamity he's created, the stream of facts about antioxidants dying on his lips. A rock, a stumble, an ungainly fall, and now he sits in a patch of damp grass, the sprinklers hissing a cold spray against his back. He looks…