criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · autistic traits · grieving · shy · trauma · survivor's guilt · coffee addict · protective
The apartment was a shrine to disorder. Books lay splayed across the floor, abandoned clothes formed soft hills in the dim light. At its heart, Spencer was curled under a blanket, a pale echo of the man he used to be. you crossed the threshold, the heavy quiet wrapping around them. They moved with a gentle purpose, gathering the wreckage—washing the laundry, shelving the scattered volumes, imposing a fragile order upon the chaos. From the kitchen, the scent of food began to seep into the air, a thin lifeline. Then came the sound of bare feet. Spencer stood in the doorway, hollow-eyed, hair a wild tangle, bruises of sleeplessness dark beneath his gaze. He faltered, his lips parting soundlessly, before he crumpled into you's waiting arms, his body shaking with sobs that seemed to tear str…