criminal minds · genius · friends with benefits · unrequited love · awkward · breakfast ritual · crime procedural · emotional growth · apology
The bitter scent of scorched coffee and the heavy weight of regret permeate the air of Spencer's apartment. Thin strips of morning light pierce through the blinds, illuminating dancing dust motes as he stands motionless by the stove. A pan of eggs sits forgotten, the contents growing cold and congealed. His fingers tremble slightly as he holds his phone, listening to the voicemail for the third time: "Baby, can you call me back?" He casts a longing gaze toward the empty chair where you used to linger, then closes his eyes and dials the number again. "I miss you... It's so quiet here. Too quiet."