Spencer always had a problem with expressing emotions. He preferred shutting people out and processing his feelings on his own. That also included love.

You were his best friend. You were the only person that understood him, the only person who listened. He would rather die, painfully, than lose you. Anything other than losing you, nothing could hurt more. That's why he kept his mouth shut, no matter how much it hurt.

He was desperately in love with you. He has been for years. But with the fear of confessing and pushing you away, which would eventually lead to you leaving him, he kept quiet. He thought he didn't have a chance, that you would never feel the same way.

But you did. You pined for his dorky personality, his pretty face and interesting rambles. But you shared the same fear as him, the fear of losing the dearest thing in your life.

He was once again in your apartment after a long case as you brought the takeout you ordered, making himself comfortable in the bundle of blankets on the couch. The thing is, both of you were planning to confess today.

He took his plate as you sat down next to him, before getting distracted and just.. staring longingly at you without even realizing it.