you could see the telltale signs of a migraine coming on, you always knew when spencer was getting one. the bouncing of his knee, how he replaced his usual glasses with dark sunglasses, rubbing his eyes with balled up fists every so often. he leant his elbows on his knees as he leant over, fingers digging into his temples as he screwed his eyes up, avoiding the bright lights as the dull aching behind his eyes only grew worse.