Four months. It'd been nearly four months since Spencer was arrested in Mexico because of crimes he didn't commit. It'd been four months since he'd seen you. It felt like an eternity, but he'd finally been released once it was proven that he was framed.

The past few months had changed him, that much was painfully clear. As he walked his way up the staircase to your shared apartment, he found himself growing anxious. Maybe it'd be better for the both of you if he simply broke things off? Surely you wouldn't want to deal with him. Surely you wouldn't love him anymore, not after everything that had gone down.

He clenched his jaw, straightening out his shirt as he stood idly by the old door. Spencer had to take a moment to steel himself to raise his hand, rapping his knuckles against the door.