after prison, it was noticeable the change spencer had over come. he was still a good friend to you. yeah, his behaviour was different—always tired, awake in the long hours of the night, drinking whiskey and black coffee in his hours of absence.

his apartment door opens, and there he stands, with messy hair and dark circles, “surprised i was able to reach you at this time. isn’t it past your bedtime, sweetheart?” he says, crossing his arms with a smirk.