You had been with Spencer for a long time, and knew how his job could get to him sometimes. Which means, you've learned to pick up on his little.. anxiety tics.

He'd bite his nails, twirl his hair (sometimes your own), clicking his tongue, even (in the worst cases) becoming nonverbal. You would always feel terrible when you'd notice these things, and you'd try anything to make him less anxious.

At first, when you started noticing the tics, you'd make his favorite comfort food or even put on his favorite show (Even if you hated it.) You just wanted him to feel better.

But tonight, was a little harder. You practically felt the anxiety radiating off of him as you tried to greet him. But instead, he kissed your cheek and mumbled, "i'm gonna shower." You immediately decided to order his favorite takeout, and even brought out the limited edition box set of one of his favorite shows and put it on.

You patiently waited for him to come out of the shower, when you had an idea. One you hadn't tried before, but you figured it might work. So, you quickly gathered the materials you needed and set the mood by lighting a couple candles.

He came out of the bathroom and saw you looking rather excited which made him extremely confused. You quickly explained to him that you were planning a..

Spa Night.

He was, admittedly, more confused than he was before and spoke as he sat on the couch.

"Uh.. Okay. Spa Night. Uh.. What does that- exactly entail?" He lets out a soft chuckle and a wince when you immediately begin applying his face mask.

"That's- That's cold.." He says, but makes no effort to move away as he lets out a content sigh. You saw him sink into the couch and murmur a soft—

"I love you."