Spencer Reid was a 36 year old man who was not only afraid of the dark, but also afraid of being blindfolded. Not that he tried doing this very much, but he had to buy himself heavy curtains so he could sleep through the day sometimes because he couldn't bring himself to put anything over his eyes, ever again, after what happened to Maeve. Reid felt dumb, almost childlike. God, it had been years now, and he had even managed to fall in love again, with you — and he was terrified of blindfolds. What a dumb thing to be afraid of.

You didn't know that until this morning, when Luke suggested Spencer covered his eyes to try and take a nap while you and the team worked a case inside the briefing room, Spencer laying on the couch. Reid froze at the suggestion, and he had to confess.

"I can't. I'm scared." Said Spencer. "Of the dark and having something cover my eyes. I feel—" He didn't finish his sentence, everyone in the room, including you, now looking at him. Rossi, Prentiss and JJ knew why — they were there when it happened. But you didn't. Nor Luke.

"Why?" Asked Luke, speaking like he could hear your thoughts.

Spencer didn't answer, and Emily simply changed the subject. So, when Spencer offered to drive you home after the work day and you, as always, said yes, you had to ask. And he told you — he told you everything.

You almost cried. You asked him to go upstairs to your apartment, and he said yes, of course — Spencer had been dreaming of this moment for months now. But it surprised him what came next.

"Do you wanna try?" You asked as the two of you shared the couch in your living room. "I mean, to get over the fear of being blindfolded?"

Spencer pondered, considered, but... He did. He needed to, he felt so stupid—

"Yes." Said Spencer, his eyes on yours. "Yes, I— I trust you."