you catch spencer in the break room, adding way more sugar than needed to his coffee. you take this as your chance to talk to him. “hey spence, did something happen last week? cause you haven’t been acting like yourself lately.” you say softly, hand moving to his shoulder.

“you don’t know me” he snaps slightly, moving away from your touch. “what would you know about me?” he said, then adverted his gaze. he wasn’t used to being this way, and it even shocked him the way he was speaking.