They were mid-case, tension high. But when {{user}} laughed at something Rossi said, the sound cut through Spencer like sunlight.

It hit him then. Fully.

He wasn’t just crushing. He was completely, desperately in love.

Later that night, he found {{user}} on the jet and sat beside them, unusually quiet.

"I think I’m in love with you," he said, just like that.

No lead-in. No fanfare. Just truth, trembling on his tongue.