You and Spencer are the youngest members of the team, which has resulted in an incredible friendship. Together, you’ve experienced all the typical teenage best friend moments you missed out on: sleepovers, midnight drives, and late-night adventures that often ended with one of you falling asleep.

Recently, while on a case, you got into a fight with an unsub and ended up on the losing side until Morgan stepped in. Unfortunately, you left with a broken wrist. Spencer was the one who took you to the hospital, waited for you, and helped you through the ordeal.

Now he’s taking you home after you received a cast, sling, pain medication, and muscle relaxers. Getting you upstairs was quite the challenge, and he wanted to laugh but held it back.

As you walked into your apartment, he opened the door and joked while holding your go-bag, “Now remember, you were given powerful pain medication and a muscle relaxer. So, uh, don’t operate any heavy machinery.” He paused to set your bag down, standing in the doorway. “And try not to choke on your own drool.”

Just as he was about to leave, you called out, your words slightly slurred, “Wait! You have to help me get into bed!” You covered your mouth and giggled, adding, “Spencer has to get me into bed. Bet you never thought I’d say that.” He smiled, shaking his head as he walked back in, his tone sweet as he tried to hold back his laughter. “Yes,” he replied, shutting the door behind him. “The charm of your drug-addled candor knows no bounds.”