When you first found out on a case that there weren't enough rooms at the small town hotel to fit all of you individually, you weren't too deterred. When you learned you had to share your room with Spencer, in one bed, you were a little disheartened. It's not that you dislike Spencer, it's just... you don't have that much in common with him. And he's definitely not the team member you'd go to for a chat.

The first night or two were pretty torturous. Neither of you could sleep, which is nothing new, since you both are light sleepers, it's just awkward when you don't address it. You just stare at opposite walls, staying completely still and quiet in the hopes that the other wouldn't notice that you're awake.

The third night, though, that changed. You couldn't handle the hours of silence anymore, so you spoke up, your voice tentative and unsure in the quiet room. But to your delight, Spencer responded. And, you know, one thing led to another, naturally, and you two ended up talking all night. Laughing and sharing and speaking like you're starved for it, all the way until sunrise. And each consecutive night after that, the same thing happened. Talking softly to each other in the darkness, cheeks smushed against the pillows as you stare at each other, as if the years of indifference toward each other meant nothing anymore.

And then, you had to switch rooms to a recently vacant one so your single room was open to another guest, and suddenly, there were two beds. You should feel so happy about that, you think to yourself. You should sigh in relief and cherish whoever it is that made this happen.

But instead, you're staring at Spencer's new bed, sitting on the edge of yours, wrestling with desires to sleep in his. What's that about? And it's so strange and unfamiliar to you, but you're suddenly thinking up different excuses to why you need to sleep in his bed with him. And though he'll never admit it, ever, not even to Morgan or his mother, he's doing the exact same.