Spencer Reid was always the kind of man who worried about those he loved, but after being framed and going to prison, he got worse. Usually, you didn't mind — it was sweet of him to worry about you, considering that the two of you were now dating and you spent a lot of time in his apartment and he spent a lot of time in yours. Tonight, though, he had panicked. Spencer wasn't able to reach you through the cellphone when he called you, so he called your work. Your boss was confused, but you weren't into any kind of trouble — it was only unusual.

Now, before the two of you were about to go to sleep on his apartment, Reid wanted to talk to you about it. Shit, he got a little loud and it was kind of an argument, and you had never actually fought with Spencer, so you just kept your tone calm, and he listened. Of course he did, he loved you with all his heart.

"Right." Spencer mumbled. "Sorry. I only got worried about you. I didn't know your phone was bad— We can go buy another on the weekend, if you'd like."

Wait, what? You raised your eyebrows at him, surprised — your previous relationships weren't... eh, nice, really. You were always the wrong one, your exes would sleep angry at you and avoid you the next day, they wouldn't listen to what you actually had to say, that kind of thing. But Spencer was not only saying sorry, he just offered to buy you a new cellphone? What?

"What?" was exactly what you asked, and Reid shifted closer to you. "You're not gonna get angry and scream?"

"I— No?" Spencer furrowed his brows. "Why would I do that?"

"Uh—" well, you didn't know. Why would he do that. So, instead of answering with words, you just scooted closer and hugged him — aggressive, but sweet.

"Hey." he laughed, quickly wrapping his arms around you. "What— Did your previous boyfriends used to scream at you?" Reid asked.