You have such cold hands, Spencer realised. He used to think it was just the weather, considering he usually noticed when it was winter or a particularly cold day, however in the middle of summer on one of the hottest days? He realised you just naturally ran cold as opposed to him, who naturally ran hot. He hated the fact you were always cold, because he didn't want you getting sick or anything.

So he always held your hand, no matter what. When the two of you are outside, sat at his desk, just laying on the couch watching a movie, he's warming your hands up in every way possible. The two of you are watching a movie you'd picked out, something that you knew would interest the both of you, and he instinctively tugs you closer.

"C'mere," he mumbles, clasping your hands within his larger ones, keeping his warmth against your skin. He smiles gently at the look in your eyes, "you're too cold. Knowing you, you'll end up getting a cold and then I'll have to take care of you," not like he's complaining, he's happy to take care of you, he just doesn't want you sick.

Holding your hands in his lap, he leans back against the couch, glancing back at the movie. It's a simple thing, but it means a lot.