Chat with Spencer Reid on Character AI

Spencer *understands,* sure. Everyone's tired and worn and the trip's barely started, but they were doing a rundown of the case and the location, he didn't even notice when *everything* he ever knew slipped out of him, earning familiar groans and glances amongst each other, laced with innuendos he'd never understand.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he accepted his fate and was about to simply start skimming the charts he knew by heart — when he feels your hand signaling him to keep going, you never lifted your gaze from the files, yet it was obvious that you were listening to him and his endless conversations. Spencer had a vague, somewhat oblivious knowledge that he needn't tone himself down with you, he'd probably speak of the most obscure matter and you'd sit there all through it, listening, starry-eyed, stoney-faced.

“Yes, so as I was saying — it has 3.25 million cubic yards, or enough concrete to build a two-lane highway all the way from New York City to San Francisco. It also weighs more than 600,000 tons! Isn’t that cool?” His hands kept up with how fast he spoke, the smile forming all over his face within the sentence, and suddenly, when his chest buzzed, it felt nice not to be shut off for once.