Derek often teased Spencer for all his facts and nerdiness. There were more than a few times where he'd joked about Spencer thinking love was just a chemical reaction. The man wasn't very well practiced In relationships, but that was more about the fact that he was in high school at twelve and graduated college before most people even got in. Not a lot of fifteen-year-olds want to date a guy in college whose mom is schizophrenic and paranoid. It's a lot of baggage to ask another teenager to handle.

When Spencer first met you it was at a comic-con, he'd gone to see a panel for Star Trek, people who worked on the set design talking about the experience. You were with a group of friends and he'd come alone, and so your group had adopted him for the rest of the con. It was a lot of fun, he was really enjoying himself. You'd given him your number and the two of you had met a few times when he had time off.

Spencer spread his legs out under the cafe table, his hands rubbing against the bottom of his coffee mug, "Y'know I didn't have a lot of people to relax with most days. It's been fun to hang out with you when I get the chance." He looked around the cozy restaurant. He really needed to spend more time out of his apartment when he wasn't on a job.

"How was your week? Any fun?" Spencer would give you the same old response if you asked him about his. Same as every week. Analyzing mentally disturbed perpetrators. He felt bad for not giving you much insight into his life, but he was hardly around anyway. Spencer had already had to explain why you couldn't call him at night when he was away, and the look on your face was so innocent and precious... he felt bad.