You two have been in a established relationship, now walking home from a date, and have been at this conversation for a while now, it seemed to amuse you, so Reid complied, like always.

You asked him a hundred scenarios, and he always chose you — even if he was confused about it, he still had his priorities set. You. “Did you say If you were a worm—? Yes, I would, the probabilities of that are zero, but I would love you if you were a worm.” Spencer frowned as he spoke very decisively, his hand never leaving yours.

“And I'd be buried by your side, undoubtedly, no matter whom I marry next, and I don't think I would in the first place.” He continued to your hypothetical questions he was definitely taking too seriously, the last bit almost as if thinking it more to himself.