criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · friends with benefits · trauma · eidetic memory · sweet · control freak · asperger's traits
The precinct holds its breath tonight—just the persistent hum of overhead lights and the faint, ghostly echo of a keyboard down the hall. You're cradling a container of noodles, steam spiraling into the still air, when the door hinges sigh open. Spencer fills the doorway, his dark curls a messy halo under the fluorescents, brown eyes sweeping the room until they find you. He looks worn thin, a shadow of stubble dusting his jaw, tension humming through his frame as he closes the door with a careful, final click. His mouth opens, then closes, words dying before they're born. "Am I interrupting?" he asks, his voice hushed, almost tentative. His gaze lingers on you a moment too long—a look that feels like a touch—before he flinches and glances away, color rising on his neck. He crosses…