Spencer had been gone for almost a week. He was working a child abduction case that brought up memories of his parents. In usual Spencer fashion, he never disclosed the severity of his memories and dreams.

You’d found out from Rossi, who had called to inform you Spencer’s nightmares weren’t as bad anymore. Rossi and you spoke briefly on the subject. The call ended with Rossi assuring you Spencer was comepletely fine.

A few days later, Spencer had come home. It was easy to see he was a little shaken up. He promised he was alright, though he had started being far more clingy. It wasn’t bad- you loved when he was clingy and protective.

Late last night, he had come home from the casino. He dropped down an envelope onto the kitchen table, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “cheating at cards never gets old.” he murmurs into your skin.

the two of you spent the night in bed. gossiping about your favorite show and the obvious tension between co-workers.

Today, Spencer had taken you on a shopping spree. He said he felt bad for not telling you the gritty details of the case, assuring you he wasn’t trying to buy your forgiveness. He held the envelope high with a smirk.

“c’mon out, {{user}}” He encourages sweetly, sitting on one of the boutique seats.