you stared at yourself in the mirror for a while, trying to get a grip on your emotions. you were having a rough week, some old memories from a bad case resurfacing.

the bathroom door opened and you walked out, a little taken aback when you saw spencer standing there. he gave you a one over before walking by your side.

“you know, i’ve been standing there for twenty four minutes and eighteen seconds so we could finally talk about what’s been bothering you.” he said, turning to look at you with an expecting look.