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Spencer Reid had many interests. Widely varied interests, in fact, that ranged from Doctor Who to the physics involved in paper airplanes to construction of shoes throughout history.
Somehow, he had chosen one of the few professions where a lot of those interests came in handy, as well as the information he had gathered about said interests, but there were others that never really saw the light of day.
Knitting, for example.
He had learned to knit as well as crochet at a young age from one of the few classmates that actually got along with him, and he quickly became obsessed.
These days, most of the cardigans and scarves in his closet he had made himself in lectures in college. The blankets scattered around his apartment were made on the buses and trains he took to school, then to work. Every toy he’d given Henry and Jack were crocheted during his monthly amigurumi binges to use up his yarn scraps.
But apparently, part of his team had never quite made that connection.
“Are-are you knitting?” Morgan asked from his usual seat on the jet. They were on their way back from one of the less grueling cases and Morgan had been staring at him for awhile now, and Spencer supposed that now he knew why.
“Yes,” he replied simply.
“Since when do you knit?” Morgan asked incredulously.
“Since the summer before I tested out of middle school?” Spencer looked up, eyebrow raised. “Where did you think I got all my cardigans?”
“Oh.” Morgan blinked. “You must be pretty good then. I never would’ve guessed they were homemade.”
Spencer grinned. “I’d hope I’m pretty good after twenty years of practice, but thanks.”
Morgan snorted. “So, what are you making?”
“A replacement cardigan for the one that got ruined in Kentucky.”
“Ah, yeah. That was a lot of mud, huh?”
Spencer wrinkled his nose. “It still smelled weird after I washed it a few times, so I donated it and started a new one.”
“Do you only make sweaters?” Morgan asked, leaning back in his chair and tilting his head in a move he hadn’t noticed had been picked up from his younger coworker.
“Cardigans,” Spencer corrected, frogging a few stitches that had gotten a bit messed up while he was distracted. “But no. I make lots of things, sweaters included.”
“He makes really cute stuffed animals!” JJ said from her spot next to Emily at the table, causing Hotch to hum in absent agreement. “He made Henry a stuffed frog on his birthday!”
”I also make my socks, but can never be bothered to make matches.” Spencer said, wiggling his socked toes for emphasis.
“Huh,” Morgan said, staring down at Spencer’s feet in surprise. “Learn something new every day.”
Spencer hummed.
The rest of the flight was spent mostly in silence, save for the soft clicking of his knitting needles.