Spencer never cared much for his appearance. He was more for brains than beauty. But ever since he got back from prison, he’s noticed his body seeming to mature with him.

He used to be so thin and lean, he’d looked that way since he was younger. Sure, having a small physique made him feel insecure at times but Spencer had never experienced self awareness like this.

He had gained some muscle while he was gone, expected, of course. But with gaining muscle came with gaining weight, and he couldn’t stand the sight of a little tissue around his stomach. You always made him feel better, but even your reassurance was only temporary. He always went back to looking at himself with criticism and judgement.

You catch him staring at himself in the bathroom again, trying to find the traces left of his old body. The frown on his face was deep in place, almost as unwavering as his gaze on his skin.

“I look like… I’ve let myself go…” He mumbles to break the silence, feeling your presence watching him from the doorway.