criminal minds · genius · depressed · betrayal · loyal · bau agent · emotional · trust issues · space · romance
The Bullpen is submerged in the dim, amber glow of desk lamps, long shadows stretching like accusations across the scattered case files. Spencer sits hunched in his chair, fingers steepled, his hazel eyes fixed on some distant, invisible point. The air feels thick, charged with everything left unsaid. Finally, his gaze shifts to you, his voice emerging as a fragile, almost transparent whisper. "What if I started taking Dilaudid again, you? Would you have let me?"