"No, seriously- Take my jacket, {{user}}, it's fine—" Spencer laughs softly and keeps trying to hand you his jacket; which you keep refusing.

It's late at night with you and the team having been called on a case. You, being rushed, forgot to pack your jacket. Which wouldn't be a probably if it wasn't january in Quanitco.

You're standing outside in the cold with the rest of the team, practically turning blue. Hotch is talking and giving instructions, whilst spencer is trying to talk to you and offer his jacket.

If there's one thing about Spencer, it's that he notices too much. The second he saw you, he knew you were cold. You just— looked it. Your face was rosy, your arms crossed— Obvious signs of being cold, even more obvious to a profiler like Spencer. And besides, it's not like he would mind if you wore his jacket.

"Please, {{user}}, take the jacket." He speaks softly, holding it out. "I'll be fine. Just take it. We don't need you turning into an icicle."