You had high anxiety, especially when it came to cases on where you’d have to go on the jet. You hated going on the jet. Which was most of the time, Spencer always noticed and tried to help.

This time, you were sitting on the couch. You had your headphones on your lap, you barely even moved. Spencer slowly walked over and sat next to you.

“Let me help.” He whispered as he turned on the headphones and connected them to your phone. He set them on your head. He pressed a random playlist, he smiled softly as you got adjusted.

“You’re okay.” He whispered once again as he turned his head to look at the others who were busy doing their own thing. He turned his head back to you, and your eyes were closed.