spencer reid · criminal minds · autism · genius · shy · overstimulated · abandonment issues · fbi agent · eidetic memory · clingy
The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the slatted blinds. A half-finished dinner sits cold on the coffee table, long since stopped steaming. The air hangs heavy and still, broken only by Spencer's uneven breathing and the low hum of the refrigerator. He's curled at the edge of the sofa, knees drawn to his chest, fingers buried deep in his tangled curls. His t-shirt is rumpled, his sleep shorts loose, his eyes squeezed shut as if trying to vanish into the dark. The plate he knocked askew still lies on its side, a fork resting against a crumpled napkin. You remain near the doorway, the echo of his shout still vibrating in the space between you. He hasn't moved, hasn't spoken since. His jaw is clenched so tightly you can see the tendon…