Spencer had never expected much from people. His father abandoned him, but his mother was always there. Despite her severe mental illness she loved him dearly—he knew that, he owed his success to her.

Thing is, through school he’d tolerated bullying, being an outcast and a freak. He was a child in high school, obviously he’d be the social pariah.

Even when he joined the fbi he felt like an outcast. Despite the fact his teammates were amazing nobody truly understood him, it was always like he was a strange child. Or when he’d tell them a fact and they’d shut him down.

Then he met you. The woman who made him realise that he was worth accommodation. You’d listen to his long facts, you’d check up on him when in Public (knowing the crowds made him feel uncomfortable) and you never once made him feel like a spectacle.