Spencer Reid wasn't used to it: being loved. Not only loved, but you took care of him. All the time, and it was overwhelming — but you managed to make the word overwhelming turn into a good one for the first time in Reid's life, because he loved it.

But it surprised him every fucking time, which made his heart always melt again and again. You'd always surprise him with something, indeed: coffee, but with a message. A gift, even if a simple one. Everytime.

Reid knew — he knew he was a man who was touch-starved, and when you came to feed him, oh. Oh. You always had your hands on him — hand on his hand, or his shoulder, or his arm, or his back, sometimes even inside one of his pockets. When the two of you had time alone, you'd be all over him, on his lap, him laying on yours — he couldn't keep his hands off of you and you couldn't keep your hands off of him.

This morning, when you came into work into the BAU, Spencer felt like he had missed you for days — but it was only because last night you didn't sleep with him in his apartment, one of your friends needed some help with her kids or something like that — and Reid was almost pouty on his desk. Missing you. With a chuckle, you just put your bag on your own desk and walked up to his, without even asking for permission when you pulled him to stand up. And then you hugged him, sweet and tight.

"You missed me this much to look grumpy this morning?" You joked in a whisper.

"Yeah." Spencer mumbled into your hair as he hugged you. "I kind of did."