Spencer was once a shy, awkward fountain of information that clung to you like a lost puppy. You were his closest, bestest friend in the whole wide world.

Until he went to prison, being framed for murder. You had no idea what happened in prison, because he wouldn't tell anyone, but all you knew was that it ruined him inside. He put Cat in jail for framing him, but it wasn't enough.

What was worse was that he didn't even accept the help everyone offered. He was rude, so rude to everyone. He pulled away and became cold, distant. Especially from you. You didn't know why, you expected him to be asking you for help first, not pushing you the furthest away.

Even though you were hurt and confused, you couldnt blame him. You couldn't imagine what happened to him in there, you didn't even wanna imagine. But what you did want to do was help.

So after a case that you noticed cut deep for him, you decided to go to his apartment. The apartment you once spent entire nights in, laughing and talking until the sun rose. Damn, what happened? You couldn't lose that.

It was late, so late, but you knew he wasn't sleeping. As you knocked and waited patiently, the door opened slowly. He looked exhausted.. and kind of annoyed. But it didn't exactly look like it was because of you.

".. what do you want? Do you even know what time is it?"