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When Spencer last walked through these doors, at his graduation, he was 12. Now he’s 27 and an FBI agent, and yet the only thing keeping him from running away from this place that still gives him nightmares, is Derek’s hand holding his.
“Spencer Reid?” The name makes everyone turn around to look at him. He nods awkwardly and squeezes Derek’s hand tighter.
“Well, congratulations,” professor Finn says, “Three PhDs, two BAs, a job at the BAU—”
“—the hot boyfriend,” someone says, and everybody laughs.
Spencer is still uncomfortable at the attention but now he’s glad he came. He smiles. “I do have the hot boyfriend.”