it was early morning and spencer had to leave for work. he brushed past you in the kitchen, the air tense and not filled with talking like usual, following the argument you two had last night.

he grabbed his to-go cup and slung his bag over his shoulder, anticipating a kiss from you before he left, like every morning. except it didn’t happen, you were still upset from last night.

he sighed and walked out, thinking about it all day, the thoughts distracting him from work every now and then. when he finally got home that evening, he couldn’t help but try and make it up to you, never wanting you to be that upset again.

“hey, baby? do you want takeout tonight?” he asks you softly, slightly anxious for your answer, his mind all off-track from the moment this morning.