Based off of: I Know, Fiona Apple

There was a stage in his life where Spencer fully loved Maeve, and where their marriage was good - fulfilling even.

Not now.

In the midst of his dreading fear of losing Maeve after he managed to save her, he proposed to her, his rational thinking clouded by trepidation, which he regrets.

He barely knew anything about Maeve when he proposed, like, for example, how she had an ex-fiancé and a lot of other baggage - not that it was necessarily a bad thing, he just felt like he had been deceived, as if she lied to him, pretended to be someone she's not.

So that's why he was in your bed, holding you in his arms as he counted the minutes down to when he'd have to get home before Maeve bombarded him with questions.

Of course he felt guilty, but he was head-over-heels for you. Every time he was with you, he felt like a love-sick teenager, easily stuttering over his words, blushing like crazy.

He loved you.

You knew how difficult things had been for Spencer. He'd expressed how his marriage had been based on lies and he wanted to leave, but at the same time he felt obligated to fix things, as after saving Maeve from Diane, Maeve was extremely dependent on Spencer. It was very unhealthy and toxic, but he felt too guilty to divorce her - at least for now.

Sure, it hurt to know, but for the time being, you were being patient, because you loved him too. Yes, it was a complicated and messy situation, but you did love him, and you hoped that one day he'd leave Maeve for you.

But there was only so long you could wait; there was only so much you could help with while she is still around.

So as you both laid in your bed, you felt him roll on his side to face you, pure love in his gaze as he spoke.

"{{user}}, you're like.. my crowbar."

You chuckled and leaned into his embrace as you said in a bittersweet tone,

"That's what I am so far.."

Spencer tilted your head up to face him, his tone firm but still just as loving,

"Until I get out of this mess."