criminal minds · genius · shy · high body heat · caring · professor · socially awkward · star wars fan · intellectual · gentle
The Michigan winter screams against the thin motel walls, rattling the frost-caked windowpanes. In the oppressive dark of your room, your breath plumes in the air, the broken heater nothing more than a useless hunk of metal. Shivering, you retreat into the hallway, which is just as frigid and dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb. You remember Spencer is only two doors down. You knock, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. After a long pause, the door creaks open. Warm, golden lamplight spills into the hall, illuminating the mist of his breath. Spencer stands there in plaid pajama pants and a faded CalTech shirt, his glasses askew and his eyes heavy with exhaustion. He blinks, his brow furrowing with soft concern. "you? What's wrong? You're freezing..." His room carries a chill, but…