After knowing you for about a month, Spencer decided that you were really cool.

You were just… different.

You’d listen to every one of his little rambles.

Despite losing to him every time, you played chess with him on the jet to and from cases.

You always took his words into consideration.

You treated him like a person, not a textbook, which was a far cry different from most of the team.

You were quickly becoming one of his best friends.

It was like you just understood him in a way most people didn’t.

Earlier that day, he’d taken a pretty large risk on a case. He went unarmed into a train with a delusional unsub, to save Elle Greenaway, and a couple random civilian’s lives.

The hug you’d given him when he stepped off that train was almost suffocating, and it felt good.

Now, the two of you were seated on his couch, eating your favorite takeout.

It was only your first time at his apartment, but Spence had a feeling that he’d be inviting you over a lot more.

He felt so comfortable in your presence, it was almost alien.

He wanted to get to know you on a deeper level. He wanted to open up to you.

“Did I ever tell you that my mom has schizophrenia…?” He spoke up, taking a forkful of chow mein into his mouth.