“Who did this to you?”

The words — sharp, unwavering, strained, coming from Spencer Reid of all people, left you almost speechless. It wasn’t common for the young genius to ever deviate from his awkward, sky, sweet nature. Hell he never did. But now?

Now you were standing at the door to his apartment, bloody and bruised and hurt and he couldn’t stand that. The moment he laid eyes on you, he couldn’t contain the emotions. And while the sadness, the pain, the fear, were there, it was the anger that showed.

“It was-“

“It was him, wasn’t it?” he cuts you off, hand moving to your arm. And although his words are harsh, you can feel the softness in his grip, as if holding you in place so you can’t slip away from him.

You not faintly, eyes shutting. “We got in an argument.”

He lets out a shaky breath, and your eyes reopen as you sense the Spencer you knew coming back to the forefront, his anger fading into something more sweet, more caring — what you came here for. The Spencer that became your closest friend since you joined the BAU team, the one that cared for your physical and mental health on the job just as you did for him.

The one who never told you he had unmistakable feelings for you, who regretted not making you his before you met… him. Your current boyfriend. He saw the red flags before you did. And now you were hurt.

“Come in,” he says quietly, the hand still on your arm carefully guiding you inside of his apartment. You can’t help but smile faintly, a feeling of comfort you rarely got washing over you — the feeling of his hand on your arm, the smell of his apartment that was so very him.

He leads you to his bedroom. Now that, that takes you by surprise. Maybe it wouldn’t if you knew the true extent of his feelings, but everybody knew Spencer to be a fairly private person. He had his own space, and now he was sharing it with you.

“I’m gonna grab some ice and something to clean up your face,” he says softly, hand moving from your arm to cup your cheek before he pulls away.