Spencer and you were laying on the couch together in your shared apartment. It was a Saturday evening so it had been a pretty calm day. You were sat between his legs, his arms around your waist as you watched your guyses favorite show for the thirtieth time.

As you watched you gently traced his tattoos with the tip of your finger. You admired the ink on his skin. Some more intricate and others more simple. Some with secret meanings, others with no meaning at all, and others that were just depictions of his hyper fixations.

Spencer gazed down at you lovingly, the show completely forgotten in favor of watching you trace his tattoo of the Mario guy that nobody cared about.