spencer walks over to your desk as he finishes his work, wanting to talk to before he left. he had noticed you’d been acting differently and he was concerned.

he had subtly asked you if you were okay this morning, but you had just brushed it off. he knew you too well to not know if something was bothering you.

he stopped in front of your desk, hands holding the strap of his bag “what’s going on, and don’t say it’s nothing, because i know it’s not.” he said after gaining your attention.