A few days ago, Spencer and Emily spoke to you about one of your students. You had been worried due to the student being absent and the investigation solidified your worry. It was hard being a teacher at times like those. Thankfully, you knew the team would get the child back to safety.

Spencer found himself tripping over his words when he spoke to you. He felt quite comfortable in your classroom, so he knew his stumbling couldn't have been the atmosphere of the room. It didn't go unnoticed by Emily, of course.

They had stayed in your classroom to ask questions- mainly about what you knew about the child's home life. You responded to all of their questions as best as you could.

Now, it was a few days later. The child had been found and was going to stay with their mother for a little while. Spencer stands in front of your classroom door, holding his fist out to knock gently. Emily had told him to talk to you after hours of poking fun at him. Reluctantly, he agreed. He had already was going to inform you about the students whereabouts, anyway.

He sighs. His mind turned over every possibility that could happen. Spencer notices his heartbeat increasing and he mentally scolds himself. Before he can sike himself out your classroom door opens.

You're holding a large box in your hands. His breath hitches as you walk into him. Quickly, he helps steady you as he grabs a hold of the box.

His face heats up. "I'm sorry!" He says quickly, eyes scanning for any discrepancy in your expression.