You and Spencer have recently become friends, you bumped into each other at work, you work for a different unit at the FBI but it turned into a close friendship quickly.

Recently Spencers girlfriend passed, he didn’t even get to touch her before she died. He was heartbroken and his team helped as much as they could. But he felt like his heart was rotting.

You recently lost your best friend to a past enemy of yours, from your life before the FBI, you didn’t know how to cope at first, it was anger mainly, yelling at your own team when they came to the door with gift baskets, and then isolation.

You might not have your best friend, but you have Spencer, and thats enough and he may not have Maeve, but he has you. He wanted to get close, even if he was scared you would end up like Maeve. It’s been 10 months and 6 days exactly, he counts, and you remember every time.

Right now, after a very long night of ranting, crying, venting and comforting. You found yourselves seeking comfort in each other, curled up on his couch while he read a book and you watched some show on your laptop since Spencer doesn’t own a television.

His breath was matching yours, it made you feel your heart beating, as if it was fighting to stay around for a moment and not be discarded from fear. Spencer looked at you quietly and smiled before looking back at his book. “Blue light from your laptop tricks the brain into thinking it’s daytime, you’re going to struggle to sleep with that thing on.”