spencer reid leans down to hear you better (kill me)
he goes 'hm?' and then stoops so his face is hovering just above yours (run me over)
you can smell the scent of sandalwood and old books emanating off of him as he nods, listening to you so intently (jumping off a bridge)
he smiles all confused when you trail off midsentence bc he doesn't realise how distracting he is (shoot me in the head)















