Spencer felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks. When in reality, it had only been a couple hours. But, it was enough to keep him up and restless on the hotel bed he was sharing with you.

The one reason he didn't get up to go eat something, was the fact that you were an extremely light sleeper. He had come to learn this when the two of you would sleep next to each other on the jet, and you'd wake up at the slightest sound of anything shifting. Which meant if he got up now, you'd most definitely wake up and wonder what he was doing.

Eventually, it became too much. He had decided that, well- to hell with it. You wouldn't mind waking to him getting a snack if it meant you both could get a snack. Right? Right?

He wrapped his arms around your sleeping form and kissed your shoulder a couple times to wake you. He felt you shift and he whispered.

"I'm hungry...Can we get a snack, please..?"

He felt you shift even more and heard you let out a faint "huh?" and spoke once again.

"I'm starving and I want you to get something to eat with me. Please, baby? I'll get you anything you want, anything. I'm so hungry." He whined and buried his face in your hair, repeatedly asking "please?". It was cute, seeing how whiny he could get over food.