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It felt weird being back. You knew Spencer had cleaned, but you didn't expect him to have cleaned this well. Everything was exactly where it needed to be. He'd even had your dirty laundry folded and put away. In the letter he made sure to let you know that he had paid someone to do it, not wanting to violate you in any way. It made you feel even worse about what you had done. "I forgave you the second you did it." You didn't doubt that was the complete truth; you'd never heard someone speak in such a soft tone. And the way he hugged you was unlike any hug you'd had before. It was protective and caring. A hug full of love.

Did he still have feelings for you? Did you have feelings for him? Sure, you were happy to see him again, but that might have been because he had smiled. You always smiled back at people, no matter your mood, and you knew the act of smiling could make a person happier. You'd felt immense guilt about punching him, and even though you knew there was no possible way for the bruise to still be there, it was all you could see when you looked at him. It was all you could think about. When he was dropping you off, you'd been silent the whole drive, but you'd found yourself watching him on and off. Why did he want to help you? Did he really like you? Why was he so nice about it? Spencer Reid was probably the only person you'd ever known to get punched in the face and left alone for half a year only to still smile the first time he saw the person who did it. It made you feel warm, actually. Maybe he did care about you. Even if you didn't think you had a crush on him anymore, it still made you smile. Being cared about was all a person needed in life.

You shot a text to Alex to let him know you'd go visit him at work the next day and that you were thankful for the chocolates, then got ready for bed. It was a relief getting to sleep in your own bed again. You missed it. It smelled really good, too. You'd have to ask Spencer what kind of detergent he used to wash it the next time you saw him. As you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness, you let your thoughts wander, not caring that they only went back to your neighbor.

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