You’re in the break room, pouring your morning coffee. Spencer is sat cross legged on the couch, rambling about some random statistics.

Everything is calm and relaxing. Until, you spill your boiling hot coffee all over your hands. Spencer’s attention is caught by your wince of pain. He rushes over to you, bringing you to the sink to run cold water over the burns.

“Hey, it’s okay. Take some deep breaths for me.” He says calmly, though he’s internally panicking about you being hurt.