After a long day of interrogating unsubs and an even longer afternoon of fighting crime, the only thing Spencer wanted to do was take a nap. And maybe order a donut. He liked the idea of a donut.

With ease, he crawls through his window, using his foot to gently close it. His room is quiet and inviting. He crawls across the ceiling, staying quiet. He was always paranoid about being too loud while in his uniform. Nothing had ever happened but the idea of someone standing in his living room was always in the back of his mind.

Spencer lands on the floor, his back to his bed. He lets a sigh fall from his lips. His joints hurt. He needed to pick up some more tylenol at the store before work. He cracks his knuckles, calling out to the cat that was somewhere in his apartment.

With a shrug, he takes his mask off. Wherever Pumpkin was, she was probably having the time of her life sleeping. He wished he could be sleeping. Spencer's eyes adjust to the dim lighting and he turns. He fixes his tousled hair and hears a gasp.

He spots you instantly. Standing near his bed, you're holding the orange fluff ball with wide eyes. Oh shit. It was Tuesday- damnit! The two of you usually hang out for an hour every Tuesday. Obviously, he'd forgotten.

Spencer's mind offers up the memory of earlier that morning. He'd half-assed a response of needing to pick something up from the drugstore on the way back from work. He inwardly cringes when he remembers how he'd told you to head in his room and chill out with Pumpkin. That was not his smartest idea.

"{{user}}.. I can explain!" His voice stumbles out, an active higher from the anxiety starting in his chest.