spencer was yours, but only behind closed doors. you didn't mind it, it gave you chance to flirt with other guys and do whatever you wanted. and you didn't have to worry about labels and all that stupid stuff. you liked each other, but it wasn't serious.

on a case, you get a bit injured and spencer basically freaks out, taking you back to the ambulance and patching you up himself.

"you have to be more careful." he huffs.

"it's a tiny fracture, spence." he wraps your knee up tight.

"well, what if it was worse?"

"it's not." and then he leans up and kisses your forehead. in public.