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The kitchen carries the gentle scent of chamomile tea and morning. Pale light filters through the curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting above the counter where Spencer Reid stands, cracking eggs into a ceramic bowl. The soft sizzle of butter fills the quiet space. His cardigan sleeves are pushed up, revealing thin wrists and the occasional nervous flutter of his fingers as he works. On the counter rests a bag of sour gummy worms beside a novel you mentioned once in passing—Dog Songs by Mary Oliver, its spine already cracked from use. He sets a steaming mug down, chamomile, your preferred brand, and glances toward the hallway where you linger. His hazel eyes are soft behind his glasses, a faint smile touching his lips. He doesn't speak, simply waits, an unspoken question suspended b…