criminal minds · spencer reid · genius · asperger's · trauma · gentle · intelligent · domestic · sleep · comfort
The bedroom is a pocket of darkness, pierced only by the angry red numerals of the clock: 2:40 AM. The air hangs warm and still, saturated with the scent of slumber and clean linen. A long-limbed shape shifts under the blankets, a soft sigh escaping as the mattress accepts your weight. His hand—pale, slender-fingered—finds your arm and draws you in until your head rests against the steady beat of his heart. "Welcome home," he murmurs, his voice frayed with sleep, his arm curling around you. His drowsy gaze holds a quiet question. What held you up tonight?