#spencer's real problem at the bau is that the only other neurodivergent person left (gideon)

[beelmons]

#no you’re exactly right#Spencer with and ADHD partner makes so much sense the amount of completely useless and deranged conversations prompted by the most miniscule things they would have.....

Spencer x ADHD!girlfriend.

“…and that’s exactly why The Zodiac, in theory, was more prolific as a mathematician than a serial killer.” he finished his sentence as he drew a couple more words and connect lines on his whiteboard. His body turned in your direction, and it made you jump slightly on your spot on the couch.

“You’re so right, babe, that makes a lot of sense.” you said. Truth was, you had no idea what he was talking about. You were having dinner together, and you mentioned Zac Efron on the Bundy movie, things escalated, and he took out his whiteboard, and that’s what you remembered happening last.

You loved your boyfriend, and you absolutely adored hearing him ramble about whatever topic he was feeling passionate about. It was one of his most endearing features, and you vowed to yourself you would always be there to listen.

Tinsy problem, sometimes your brain was physically uncapable to keep up with his talking speed, and the second you didn’t understand something and you couldn’t just interrupt him to clarify it to you, your brain would fly somewhere else. It wasn’t because of boredom, his speeches were never dull to you, you were just wired that way, and there was little you could do about it but conceal it from him and try to pretend that you got everything he was sharing with you. At the end, that was your true intention every time.

His arms dropped defeatedly to leave the marker by his coffee table, immediately they traveled back to his chest, crossing them over it. “Okay. What was it this time?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” you frowned in confusion. He noticed your obliviousness and decided to walk in your direction, crouching down in front of the couch.

“You zoned out. I’m curious about what you were thinking about instead of The Zodiac.” he smiled.

“You noticed?!” you almost yelled out your question.

The chuckle that he let out, amused and surprised, easied the slight anxiety that you had began to feel. “You do that all the time, I’m pretty familiar with your present-body-absent-mind expression.” he clarified.

Your hands flew to your face, covering it with your palms in embarrassment. “I can’t believe you have known all along.” you mumbled against your own skin “I’m so sorry.” you said with a slightly saddened voice.

“Hey,” he reached out to grab your hands and guide them away from your face, taking them in his instead “why are you sorry?”

“I really love hearing you talk about things so passionately, I promise.” you tried to reassure him. He let out a smaller laugh this time.

“From all the people I’ve met in my life, you’re the only one that’s never asked me to stop.” his eyes moved to yours. His sight was longing and gentle, his thumbs rubbing at your hands with adoration. Your heart beat erraticly for a second, regardless of the amount of time you had been together, he still made you nervous, he wooed you with his beauty and kindness. “Regardless of how long my ramble is, or the topic. Not even that one time I was telling you about flatulence characteristics and types.” he admitted shyly.

You took back your hands and bent forward instead. Your fingers landed on his cheeks and you pulled him closer so you could place a gentle, loving kiss on his lips.

“And we weren’t even dating then.” you joked “Still, you should have said something.”

“It doesn’t bother me” he stated “If anything, I’m always amazed with the random, completely unrelated thoughts that pop into your mind during your zoning out. So, tell me, what was it this time?”

Your lips pursed slightly, eyes looking away shyly “I was wondering how faucets work.” you admitted and he yet again let out a gentle chuckle.

“I actually know the answer to that one.” his eyes narrowed and he turned back to stare at his messy whiteboard, his entire body still crouched before you. “Perhaps if I break it down on modules, and we have a dynamic activity in between, I can keep your attention engaged.” he said once he had turned back at you.

“Or we could make out. That keeps me engaged.” you mentioned, your hands tangling on his hair.

“Yeah, nevermind, let’s do that.”