Angela, don't you need your glasses?
Angela, are you sure you don't want to take off your hoodie?
Angela, how about a quick break?
Angela, are you okay?
For the longest time, Angela thought that Spencer was trying to baby her, or maybe it was a sign that he was fed up with her during Games shoots.
But as time went on, Angela began to realize that she was wrong.
Spencer was genuinely trying to take care of her, and time after time, she pushed it away; because she was fine, wasn't she? She didn't need her glasses even though she couldn't see. She didn't need to take off her hoodie until she was absolutely roasting under the lights.
She didn't need a break. She didn't need to be okay. Angela didn't need, and that was how she navigated the world. She was independent. Angela wasn't a burden to anyone around her, which is how she preferred it.
But what if she let Spencer take care of her, just once?
"Angela, do you want some water?"
Spencer looked at her from his seat behind the camera, light reflecting off of his glasses so Angela couldn't quite see his eyes.
She fully turned toward him in her seat at the Games table and looked at him, nodding.
"Yeah. I think I do."
"O-oh. Okay, hold on."
He stood up and went over to the small fridge plugged in near the back of the set and grabbed a cold bottle of water from inside. Spencer quickly crossed the room until he was right in front of Angela, holding the bottle out to her.
"Here you go," he mumbled.
Angela smiled at him and took the bottle of water from his hand.
"Thanks, Spence."
She wasn't entirely sure, but Angela thought she could see Spencer's face turning a little red. He grinned at her.
"No worries. I got you."
Angela nodded, cracking the bottle open.
"I know."
