Spencer had never been in a relationship before, not once in his twenty four years of existence. Then, you came into his life, and he started to feel that odd thing in his stomach, that excitement whenever you were around.

At first he tought he was sick, but when he asked Morgan about it, the man burst out laughing.

“You're not sick, pretty boy, you just got a crush.” he said.

Eventually, the both of you started going out, dating. It was a pretty unusual relationship, in a way, but you didn't mind. You didn't hold hands, since Spencer was a germophobe, or made out, and ramblings and info-dumping seemed to be his love language.

It was fine by you. Your conversations were just so nice and he knew so much about so many things.

Yeah, sometimes he could be quite a handful, and keeping up with him could be hard, but he was your handful.

As the both of you walk out of a coffee shop, your orders in hand, Spencer rambles about the string theory, warmholes and philosophy.

His big, puppy-like eyes lit up while he explained something of the sort to you, as per usual.