Jul 13, 2022
@ofhellview
Spencer was the only exception to so many rules, a first in ways that he had been foolish enough not to vocalize. Not then, when he’d left, and not now, on his return. A man surrounded by a million words and yet he still couldn’t manage to find the right ones. It was almost comical, but he certainly wasn’t laughing. Instead, he was approaching them, wheeling a cart full of return books, but a single one was pulled out. It was their favorite, a fact he hadn’t, or maybe couldn’t, forget. “You think you can finish these before we leave tonight?” All business, as if he didn’t still feel an ache still, looking at them.