Spencer could hardly register the sound of a door opening and then closing shut right after. All he could think about was how much of a failure he is, how far he has come only to plummet back down like an angel falling from heaven.

He has kept his 'problem' hidden from everyone that wasn't you. Spencer loathes to think about how you'd react, which only drives a whimper from his throat.

"How long have you been standing there?" Discontent is evident in his voice, his eyes remain on his lap.