It was 3am, and Spencer wasn’t home. Yet. It had to be yet, right? But he would have texted if he was going to be late. Maybe his phone just died and—

Your thoughts were cut off as you heard soft pitter-pattering from the front door as it clicked shut. Your first instinct was Spencer was home. Your second was that it was someone who wasn’t supposed to be there.

But, a familiar face emerged into the darkness of your bedroom. A phone flashlight was turned on, and Spencer yelped.

“You’re awake?”