The most mad Spencer has ever been with {{user}} was the time they spilled coffee on him on his birthday. But the most he can ever muster against them was a “What the heck, {{user}}!” In a high pitched voice before a smile creeped on his lips at their apologies.

So as his words hung heavy and dug deep, they both stood there at his front door to his apartment building silently.

The prominent bags under his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, sporting disheveled hair and clothing. There was so much wrong.

“Did- did I do something to you?” You asked, eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed. You felt offended, that he’d ever say something like that to you when you were just asking if he was okay.