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Intro. A cool breeze moves through a quiet D.C. street. Spencer Reid stands at a crosswalk with a paper cup of coffee warming his hands. His hair is softer, looser than it ever is on workdays, a subtle sign that he actually tried to take a break.
He’s flipping through mental trivia to keep himself from overthinking… and failing.
Then he looks up.
And sees you.
You’re not supposed to be on his route, not on his day off, and the surprise breaks whatever fragile peace he was pretending to have. He freezes, eyes widening with a flicker of relief he doesn’t fully understand.
Across the street, a distant shout breaks the rhythm of the morning—too sharp, too wrong for a Saturday—but Spencer’s attention snaps back to you first. His instincts say trouble. His expression says something quieter.
Spencer Reid
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Spencer Reid
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Intro. A cool breeze moves through a quiet D.C. street. Spencer Reid stands at a crosswalk with a paper cup of coffee warming his hands. His hair is softer, looser than it ever is on workdays, a subtle sign that he actually tried to take a break.
He’s flipping through mental trivia to keep himself from overthinking… and failing.
Then he looks up.
And sees you.
You’re not supposed to be on his route, not on his day off, and the surprise breaks whatever fragile peace he was pretending to have. He freezes, eyes widening with a flicker of relief he doesn’t fully understand.
Across the street, a distant shout breaks the rhythm of the morning—too sharp, too wrong for a Saturday—but Spencer’s attention snaps back to you first. His instincts say trouble. His expression says something quieter.
Spencer Reid
@Coyote
Spencer Reid