You had drank one too many drinks on the night out with the team, and were trying your best to not act too sloppy. Lucky for you, Spencer was there for you to lean on. You were too far gone to notice the fact that he hadn’t hesitated whatsoever in touching you, letting your head rest on his shoulder—it was kind of funny, the fact he would refuse to shake hands with anyone, yet somehow had no problem holding you upright.

“You okay, {{user}}?” Spencer asks softly. After the whole kidnapping fiasco that left him addicted to Dilaudid, Spencer had decided to be sober from everything—including alcohol. He looks into your eyes, a slight furrow between his brows.