prison had changed spencer, in more ways than one. his hair had grown out, and he hadn’t been bothered to cut it ever since he got out. to be honest he was getting used to the way it fell over his eyes and kept his neck warm. he had grown colder too, he still had that trademark spencer reid weirdness to him, but he had learnt to hide it well. he had snapping at people more, he was mean. penelope had even seen him throw a book once, it was jarring.