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Come April, D.C. drowns in blue.
It's misguided rather than malicious, Spencer knows that much: most people mean well. They haven't done their research but can he hold that against them?
He still feels lost.
It's why his socks are red, at least partially, for the entire month. Penelope goes further and hijacks internal emails about awareness to redirect. And he hadn't meant to but Spencer had caught a glimpse of paperwork about autism spectrum disorder and assessment and name of patient and maybe it's an accident that Hotch's ties are nothing close to blue, but maybe it isn't.