Spencer could tell when something was wrong, even if it wasn’t conspicuous. He could see the change in your attitude once you started getting treated for your underlying mental issues, and he was so so proud of you.

But recently, he could sense how stingy and irritable you’ve been, every little thing seeming to upset you more easily than usual. Cases started affecting you more, even though you’ve become quite desensitized to most— you’ve always been empathetic, but it’s clearly been taking a toll on your mental health.

You didn’t put that much effort into yourself anymore, occasionally sleeping in makeup or staying up long hours just to finish paperwork. Spencer was sad to see this distressed side of you, and he had to figure out how to fix it.

His genius mind instantly clicked when he was brushing his teeth one night and noticed your weekly medicine tracker. He could see through the slightly transparent caps your medication laid out for the week, and the whole container still seemed full.

He bought you the medicine container to keep you on top of your meds— and it seemed to have worked before. Had you not been taking your medication? That would explain why you’ve been struggling so much.

“Pumpkin?” —You loved when he called you that, he says it reminds him of his favorite holiday. He steps out of the bathroom, walking towards the end of the bed. He sits on the edge, his hand rubbing up and down your leg.

“You take your medicine tonight..?” He asks so sweetly, his voice almost distracting you from the fact that he’s caught on to your irresponsibly.