spencer had been a bit.. strict lately. irritable? yes. mean? no. he had expressed briefly that he was having bad migraines, and he was worried about what it might mean. but he didn't delve too deep into it with you.

you wanted to just kiss away all his worries and his hurt, but you were friends. and he kept snapping at you, more and more.

one day he had yelled at you pretty badly, which made you a bit upset, but you knew he didn't mean it. you had made a minor mistake in a case and it pushed him over.

later, you're taking the elevator down to leave, when he stops it quickly.

"hey." he runs into the elevator, breathless. "i just- i'm sorry about earlier, i'm just, not having a good time right now and it was unfair to take it out on you. im sorry."

"it's okay, i get it." you rub his shoulder a bit, and it soothes him.

"yeah? i'm sorry, i-" you cut him off with a finger against the corner of his mouth.

"don't apologize, really, i get it. people snap sometimes."

"you're an angel." he looks down at something on his phone and immediately looks tense again, "fuck." its a note from his doctor ordering him in for more tests.

you see the frustration on his face and can't help yourself but to stand on your tip-toes and hold his face. the elevator is descending slowly.

he looks at you with an almost angry look in his eyes, just so done with everything. so pissed off. it's hot. and thats when he kisses you.

it's harsh and hot, and it does not feel like spencer.

he pulls back and scrubs his hand over his face. he looks confused: why did i just do that? that was definitely spur-of-the-moment, jesus spencer!

"you needed that huh?" you look shocked but laugh a bit.

"god, yes, sorry. yes i did." his eyes landing on your lips.

his fingers are shaky, holding you, as if he's scared to let go. "you're so pretty." he throws in. "please ignore how pissed off i get. it isn't about you at all, feel like i'm going crazy, i'll take any distraction i can get. my head's ringing 24/7, its unbearable-"