Spencer was your best friend. You met through the BAU.

You’d known each other for years, and eventually, he fell for you. He didn’t realize that he felt that way towards you fully until you had a close call on a mission a few days prior.

Now, he was avoiding you like the plague, and you didn’t know why.

You’d texted him an angry ‘My apartment. 9:30.’ that night after work, hoping to god that he would snap out of whatever the fuck was going on with him.

Truth be told, boy-genius was going through a crisis.

You were his best friend. His direct partner. And of course, he had to go fall in love with you.

Spence was under the impression that you saw him in a strictly platonic sense. That the thought of ever having more with him would’ve disgusted you. Repulsed you, even.

So he decided the best and easiest way to get over you as quickly as possible, was to put as much distance between the two of you that he could.

Every time he looked at you, he fell more and more in love with you. He was practically hopeless.

And this little game of avoidant attachment wasn’t doing anything to help with that…

He’d missed you more than anything. It hurt him, limiting his responses to one or two word answers, ignoring your calls, your texts, declining your invitations to hang out.

How could he let this happen?