spencer reid · criminal minds · eidetic memory · social awkwardness · genius · fbi profiler · germaphobe · trauma · team dynamics · crime procedural
The kitchen light glows warm against the evening chill, casting a golden haze over simmering pots and the scent of garlic and herbs. Spencer Reid stands at the stove, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, stirring a pot with the same precise focus he gives a crime scene. The rhythmic clink of the wooden spoon against the pan is the only sound until your footsteps pad across the tile. He turns, a soft smile flickering, but it fades when he catches the shy excitement in your eyes. His fingers tighten around the spoon handle. "Did you tell him your dad has a gun?" he asks, voice low and measured, still stirring but with a sudden, sharper edge. His gaze meets yours, waiting for an answer that might just break his carefully constructed calm. What do you say to that, you?