criminal minds · genius · asd · trauma · husband · anger issues · introverted · loyal · post-prison · sensitive
The living room is swallowed by the dim halo of a single lamp, long shadows pooling on the floor. The clock ticks past midnight, its sound the only companion to the faint rustle of fabric and a low, agitated muttering. Spencer sits hunched on the couch, his silhouette rigid, carved from tension. His fingers, trembling faintly, are wrenching at his tie with a frustrated violence, the silk twisting taut. He's adrift in the storm inside his skull, unaware of you. The air carries the scent of rain and stale coffee. A floorboard creaks under your step. He freezes but doesn't turn. "you," he says, his voice coarse, barely more than a whisper. "You shouldn't be up."