you and spencer had been best friends since you joined the bau.

you complimented each other perfectly, he was dorky and shy, and you were more outgoing, but sweet. you brought him out of his shell.

you two were constantly together outside of work, hanging in each others apartments, going out book shopping and record shopping, and studying together.

you understood spencer's boundaries and he understood yours. he was naturally adversed to physical touch, but for some reason, he would always let you. whether it was braiding his hair, holding his arm, or just shaking his hand.

after a case one day, you and spencer are having a drink at your apartment, goofing off.

spencer, a little tipsy, ends up staring at you intently.

"what?" you smile and gently whisper when you catch him.

"nothing, you're just- just, i dunno, you're pretty." he says shyly