His hands. You love your boyfriend, every single part of him, mind soul heart and body, and especially his hands, he found you staring at his hands very often, and he never mentioned it until after so long

The two of you had been cuddling at home after he got off a case, it’s 11:04, he’s reading a book with you against his fragile figure, laying against his chest when you’re staring mindlessly at his hands, his bony, long fingers, skilled and following the words on the page quickly.

Spencer: “you always stare at my hands,”

“Why?”