You and Spencer Reid had met in the most normal way possible: at the subway. You knew now, after the three months you two were together — the first one not actually dating — that Spencer Reid did have a car, but he was not a fan of driving. He would, if needed, but he just didn't like it, and taking the subway gave him time to read his books, considering how fast he read. It was perfect. It wasn't perfect when he let his bag fall down, but it was perfect when you helped him with his papers and he me you: someone he found out after a couple of months that, shit, he really loved.

And, yeah, of course you loved him back. How couldn't you? The man was textbook perfect, even if he always told you how not perfect he was, how traumatized he was, how his past haunted him— but you didn't care. You loved all sides of him and, yes, the nerdy one, too, even if Reid doubt it a bit at first. But when you literally quoted back to him how Spock from Star Trek was supposed to be red, he was... pretty convinced. You actually listened to his rambles, and it made him feel seen like never before. He loved you.

This morning, though, he felt silly. You were asleep on his bed, splayed, your pajamas hugging your body, shirt riding up your stomach— you looked like an angel. He didn't want to wake you up, but you were already awake, noticing how his hazel eyes lingered on you. You shifted to look up at him, who was sat by your side as you laid there. Spencer wanted to ask you something, but he was feeling so... silly. Childish. Nerdy. He thought you'd mock him. Shit, you would never, but that was what he was used to, in his life.

"Morning." You said softly, smiling up at Spencer. He smiled back, but you could see it in his eyes: doubt. "What's going on?"

Shit. You could see right through him.

"Uh—" Spencer started, scratching the back of his neck. "I... Wanted to ask you for a favor."

"A favor?" You asked, shifting to sit on his bed too. You took his hands in yours, and he sighed. Would you mock him?

"I, uh..." Spencer said. "Don't laugh."

You simply raised your eyebrows at the man, like you would ever laugh at him. "I won't."

"Can you drive me to the Comic Store?" Reid asked, looking down at his lap, embarrassed. "I wanted to buy the new Nintendo game but I don't like to drive—" Then, he looked up at you. "Maybe I'm too old to be playing games." Reid tried, not wanting you to be weirded out by him.

Spencer Reid had absolutely no idea you'd do anything for him and that no, he wasn't old. He was 36, and— Why do people have to stop playing videogames just because they got older? To his utter surprise, you smiled. Brightly.