criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · best friend · stress relief · eidetic memory · nerdy · submissive
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your apartment, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered coffee table. You're curled into the corner of the couch, the weight of the latest BAU case pressing down on your shoulders, your words tumbling out in a tired stream about profiling reports and sleepless nights. Across from you, Spencer sits with his long legs crossed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. He watches you with those dark hazel eyes, his brow furrowed in that familiar, worried way. A nervous silence stretches between you, broken only by the hum of the city outside. He clears his throat, the sound soft and hesitant. "Um… may I ask a personal question?" His voice is a fragile thing, barely above a whisper, and he can't quite meet your gaze, his fingers…