Spencer was beyond confused. Why were you watching a lady play with feathers in front of a camera? He walked up to your desk, leaning down by your side, to try and understand what was going on. You removed your headphones, looking up at him and around the bullpen — you thought you guys had a new case, but, no. Spencer was just... trying to understand.

"What's that?" Asked Spencer, furrowing his brown at your screen — which made you laugh.

"It's ASMR." You said, placing the headphones down on the desk. "It's, uh... I don't remember what it stands for, but you feel tingles on your brain."

"Tingles on your brain?" He asked, looking at the screen and at you. "How does that even happen?"

You shrugged, but offered him your headphones. Spencer shook his head no — and a thought lit your brain. "You want me to do it on you?", you asked. "The ASMR. Play with your hair, scratch down your scalp? I don't have feathers, but we can try."

Oh, you had no idea how Spencer was touch starved — just the thought made him shiver, and he had to blink once or twice to actually believe what you just offered him. For a moment, the man just stared down at you, sitting on your chair, all pretty, offering to touch him.

And then, he nodded. "Not here, though." Said Spencer. "The— The break room?"