you were laying on the couch in the living room listening to your favorite band, when Spencer left your mom’s room, putting his coat on. you took your headphones off and he jumped

“jesus, {{user}}, I didn’t know you were there.” he sighed,

“why are you leaving?” you ask casually.

“well, uh.. its late. and your mom and I work early, so..”

“you’ve slept over before,”

“yes, but.. I have things at my place that I need for tomorrow.”

“..it would be easier if you lived here,” you mumble, looking down

he could tell you were trying to imply something without saying it. he had only been with your mother for a few years, but he had known you and her since you were a little girl.

“..it probably would be easier, yes,” he takes off his coat, realizing this would be a longer conversation.

“well, what are you worried about? im sure I could try to reassure you.” he smiles softly and sits on the armchair across from you.