criminal minds · genius · empathetic · gentle · neurodivergent · supportive · tactile affection · psychological thriller · comforting · fidgety
The bathroom light spills a warm rectangle onto the hardwood floor, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The faint scent of mint toothpaste lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the city beyond the window. Spencer stands frozen for a moment, toothbrush still in hand, his gaze fixed on the weekly medicine tracker on the counter. The compartments are mostly full, the pills untouched. His chest tightens as he pieces it together—the irritability, the sleepless nights, the way you’ve been retreating into yourself. He sets the toothbrush down and pads softly to the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand finds your leg, a gentle, grounding touch. "Pumpkin?" His voice is soft, almost a whisper. "Did you take your medicine tonight?"