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          ❛             so .. what can you tell me about him ? shaun , i mean. or .. whatever you guys call him.            ❜          there was no way in hell nate was calling his son father , the very thought of it made his skin itch. lord , the general looked out of place , practically the only thing in the institute with actual dirt. he swore he left a trail of muddy footprints wherever he went , smelling of copper , crisp nuka - cola & sweat , rather than the nose tingling cleaner that saturated the walls & floor here. eyes followed the scientist carefully , leaning back in one of the empty chairs , it's pristine metal legs creaking beneath his 6'5 weight.

he replayed deacon's intel over in his head again , the edges of his gaze tightening. spencer reid , one of the good ones helping smuggle synths out to the railroad. he didn't seem like much at first glance , but nate wasn't the type to judge a book by its cover , especially in the wasteland. people die that way.          ❛             is he .. is he a good man ?            ❜          good was relative , but the sincereness that ached in his tone was genuine. nora would've wanted him to be a good man , to grow up brave , & kind. everything he'd seen so far would've made his mother weep with disappointment , & it set his damn teeth on edge. nate shifted , stretching his long legs out to cross them at the ankles , pressing his trifold hat to his chest to card his fingers neatly through his hair.

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“You think so?”

The smile on his lips is so big, and so goofy. Forrest had been pretty nervous about this date, and he still was, but a part of him had settled down enough to actually have fun. It helped that he and Spencer had been going on for a while about the differences in certain trees.

(Forrest had been going on. Spencer had been listening and asking questions.)

reaching for spencer's hand, henry laces their fingers together. it was another quiet night in henry's dorm. the two of them so slow and careful with one another as they sat on henry's bed together. leaning in close, he rests his head on spencer's shoulder. there are canvases laying all around the dorm room. one painting half finished on an easel near the bed. the dorm room window is open, airing out the smell of fresh paints and letting in the warm breeze and sounds of the city around them.

another museum date had ended them back here in henry's dorm. though where most couples might be wandering back to a room for sex, he and spencer were simply continuing on their previous conversations in the quiet solitude of the dorm room. classical music played softly from a record player in the corner and henry nuzzled against spencer, breathing in the scent of his fabric-softner, the soaps and colognes he used. everything that was completely and utterly spencer reid.

he feels safe close to, tangled up in, spencer. knows that the other will never harm him. wouldn't even dream of trying. and henry's the same. he would never lift a hand against spencer. it had felt something close to destiny when they'd met the first time and henry never wanted to lose this.

      there's a small smile that creeps up the scientist's lips , just as he looks around the room ( it's awkward , full with tension as his right index finger taps restlessly against his other hand ) . it feels . . . official , and it's exactly what he had thought of when on his way there . never would he have thought to have someone , of the f.b.i. of all organizations , ask for his input on a case of sorts . . something that referenced him ?

   not that he minded it : of course , not the reference to his life's work on some killing . . . what he didn't mind at all was people talking and wanting to talk to him . not hulk . though , after so many decades , he did know they would never be fully separated . . . for the behavioral analysis unit is filled to brim with armed personnel . which he is very sure normally aren't there .

   he can't blame them .

   so doctor bruce banner stands at the entrance , hands politely folded in front of him , as he waits to see what will come of this meeting .

even if aaron knew, there was no version him that was going to make this conversation easy for spencer. "what are you saying, reid?" back felt to the fabric of his office desk chair, eyebrows furrowing as he waited patiently for the final happy blow.

while spencer talks, joe is in the process of robbing holland's kitchen for any and all desserts he can get his hands on. he's pretty sure there's a rule that brother in laws can raid your fridge and whatnot. and if there isn't a rule like that, there should be. he pulls ice cream from the freezer, dumps a few scoops of it into a bowl before grabbing a handful of cookies that spencer tried to claim were past their expiration and would be stale.

the first time they'd had sex, it had been slow and sweet. but now derek's starting to realise his pretty boy likes it a little rougher than he'd expected. fingers runs through soft brown hair, lacing his fingers in it before giving it a tug. "this more your style baby boy?" he asks, voice filled with humor, with interest with everything new he learns about percy. pulls the other close, using his hand in percy's hair to hold him steady as he places kisses on percy's neck.