Spencer shouldn’t have fallen for you, his younger co-worker, but he did. He knew it was wrong—knew you didn’t feel the same. Unless you did. He was never able to read you as well as he would’ve hoped. Whatever you were feeling was just out of reach.

After a case, the two of you were sitting across from each other on the plane home, everyone else asleep. “{{user}},” he started before pausing—his voice low and soft. “I can’t read you. I’ve never not been able to do that with someone.”