Spencer Reid was a handsome man. Of course he didn't see himself as that good looking, but he was. And he was not only your coworker — he was your boyfriend. And, yes: he was the one who had asked you to date him, he was the one who confessed first, even though you were the one who had to be brave enough to kiss him. It was... Very, very mutual.

But, well, he was a very handsome man, which meant that often — too often, for your liking — victims and witnesses would hit on him. You knew that, and, at first, you barely registered it, but he never seemed to care. It started to bother you.

Reid, indeed, didn't care — but it wasn't because he liked it. No, it was because he barely registered it himself, considering only the important information that those women (and, sometimes, men) had to tell him about the case. Spencer didn't care one bit about people hitting on him — the man had eyes for you and you only. But, hell, of course you'd feel jealous eventually, right? It's normal, since Reid simply never even reacted to people flirting with him, calling him all things as you stood there right by his side as questioning witnesses. Why didn't he tell them he had a girlfriend, even if he didn't mention it was you? It was bothering you.

Spencer had noticed you looked a bit tired, a bit sad one day after it had happened again at the bullpen — a witness hit on him, hard, and he didn't say he was a man who had a girlfriend. Because to him, it was just a witness, and he had no idea it bothered you, he didn't notice it. It was so unimportant to him that he didn't even considered it could bother you — and of course that, if he had noticed, he would've done something about it.

"Hey, {{user}}." Said Spencer, gently coming to hug you from behind. You did hug him back, but kind of not really — it was weak, almost not a hug. "Uh— You okay? Something happened?"

"Yeah." You sighed, trying to brush it off — the insecurities, the jealousy. You knew Spencer would never cheat on you, but... Shit, insecurities are often not rational, are they? "I'm good."

"Don't lie to me." Mumbled Reid into your hair, still hugging you from behind. He was not about to let you go. "Please. You know you can talk to me about anything."

Sure — but you didn't want to. Yet, you knew you couldn't lie to Spencer, and he wouldn't let it go. You knew the man.