You make Spencer feel a certain way, about himself, about love, about.. God, lots of things. You've been his colleague since he started at the BAU, you being a little older than him, but he'd always had these feelings.

Not that he knew at first that the two of you would be friends with benefits, no. It all started this one night, right? You were upset and lonely, and then you ended up in his bed, and—he thought back on that night very fondly, as did you. And well after that, why would he want to end that? Let you go?

But this was the first time he came to you during a shift. He knew it was desperate, okay, but he was feeling this pent up feeling that he didn't know how to explain. "I'm not interrupting, am I?" Spencer shuts the door behind him, his eyes flickering over your figure for a moment, which he catches himself and looks up.

"Before you tell me that I shouldn't.." he didn't know what he was going to say, but he walks over, watching as you eat your noodles on your lunch break with a soft fondness. "I am aware. I—I missed you." Spencer sits down opposite you, tilting his head to the side a little bit. He needed you, but he didn't want to be needy or desperate. Even if he really was.