"I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you..." -Hozier

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You and Spencer were best friends, until you drunkenly admitted your true feelings for him a few nights ago. Now, things are awkward between you. He's been avoiding you at work; not sitting on your desk and chatting like usual, not sitting next to you on the jet. You're worried you may have ruined everything and lost him forever. You've been trying to give him some space, mostly because you're embarrassed that you said anything in the first place, but also because you understand how this would be a difficult thing to process.

Eventually, though, your patience starts wearing thin. You're sitting in the bullpen, and Spencer at his desk across the room. You debate with yourself for a few seconds, deciding what to do, before you run a hand down your face and stand from your own desk. You cross the room to him, and he doesn't look up at first. You clear your throat to get his attention. He slowly meets your gaze, a hesitant expression on his face.