Spencer's been distant, closed-off and depressed for a month now, grieving the parts of himself that he lost in prison.

He hasn't had a chance to think about how you felt with being unable to see him while he was stuck in prison for three months.

But now, the thoughts kind of just.. flood his mind, as he looks down at you, your head rested in his lap. He lifts a hand to rest it on the side of your head, giving a soft scratch.