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The thing about having an eidetic memory is that try as he might, Spencer can't make himself forget. He doesn't need to look in a mirror to know that he's a complete mess between the blackening eye and the stitches at this temple and the finger-shaped bruises on his neck. He flexes his fingers on his right hand as he glances down at the cast on his left, the one the doctors had insisted on putting on him because three broken fingers apparently need more support than just a splint. His ankles and wrists are still bandaged because they're raw from trying to wriggle his way out of the zipties Mark had bound him with and he's about ready to rip his own hair out because every time he feels it brush against his neck, he remembers the way Mark had used it to his advantage, taking care to be nothing less than rough.
It's only been a few days since Joel had found him in the lighthouse but Spencer almost feels like years must have passed. He'd refused overnight treatment at the hospital--against medical advisement--and locked himself in his house because it's the only place he can go. He hasn't been in his library since he'd gotten home, though a glance inside has told him that someone--not someone, Joel, there's nobody else who could have--has cleared the floor of the glass and blood that had been left after Mark had come for him. He flinches as he remembers the sound of the glass shattering against the side of his head, remembers the sting of the whiskey spilling onto the cuts and the way Mark had grabbed his hair to assist in dragging a half-conscious Spencer out to his car.
He's supposed to be taking it easy, has already been banned from coming to work for however long the doctor had recommended, though Spencer knows he'll likely be back long before that just for the sake of his own sanity. Sitting here at home has done him little to no good, not when he'd been abducted right downstairs, in one of the few places he's ever felt truly safe. It makes his good eye water with the threat of tears at the thought of how long it might take to feel that way again.
He knows there must be talk of what happened; it's a small town and gossip travels at lightning speed and besides that, he's had people ringing the doorbell and leaving things on his doorstep and leaving messages on his phone almost non-stop. It's nice to know there are still people that care, he supposes, but one very notable person hasn't tried to check on him at all. Joel hasn't come around or called or texted and Spencer feels like such a fool. Joel's the one person he'd be willing to let in the door but he realizes now that he should have known better than to think that Joel would want to even be near him after what Spencer had put him through with Mark.
He needs a distraction, he decides, a reason to get out of the house. What's more, he needs to get rid of this hair. Nearly everything seems to be a reminder of what had happened at the moment but at least he can fix the hair. He grabs one of Dane's old baseball caps and shrugs on a jacket, mindful of his injured hand, before walking out the door and heading straight toward the barber shop. The whole cut takes less than an hour and though the bruises on his face are more pronounced now without the frame of his longer locks, Spencer already feels a bit lighter. One less thing to remind him of Mark's assault.

He shoves his good hand in his pocket as he leaves the shop, unsure of where to go or what to do next.
[OOC: You can find Spencer anywhere you'd like. Roaming around town, grabbing a coffee, back at his house, anywhere. Dude needs a friend.]
It's only been a few days since Joel had found him in the lighthouse but Spencer almost feels like years must have passed. He'd refused overnight treatment at the hospital--against medical advisement--and locked himself in his house because it's the only place he can go. He hasn't been in his library since he'd gotten home, though a glance inside has told him that someone--not someone, Joel, there's nobody else who could have--has cleared the floor of the glass and blood that had been left after Mark had come for him. He flinches as he remembers the sound of the glass shattering against the side of his head, remembers the sting of the whiskey spilling onto the cuts and the way Mark had grabbed his hair to assist in dragging a half-conscious Spencer out to his car.
He's supposed to be taking it easy, has already been banned from coming to work for however long the doctor had recommended, though Spencer knows he'll likely be back long before that just for the sake of his own sanity. Sitting here at home has done him little to no good, not when he'd been abducted right downstairs, in one of the few places he's ever felt truly safe. It makes his good eye water with the threat of tears at the thought of how long it might take to feel that way again.
He knows there must be talk of what happened; it's a small town and gossip travels at lightning speed and besides that, he's had people ringing the doorbell and leaving things on his doorstep and leaving messages on his phone almost non-stop. It's nice to know there are still people that care, he supposes, but one very notable person hasn't tried to check on him at all. Joel hasn't come around or called or texted and Spencer feels like such a fool. Joel's the one person he'd be willing to let in the door but he realizes now that he should have known better than to think that Joel would want to even be near him after what Spencer had put him through with Mark.
He needs a distraction, he decides, a reason to get out of the house. What's more, he needs to get rid of this hair. Nearly everything seems to be a reminder of what had happened at the moment but at least he can fix the hair. He grabs one of Dane's old baseball caps and shrugs on a jacket, mindful of his injured hand, before walking out the door and heading straight toward the barber shop. The whole cut takes less than an hour and though the bruises on his face are more pronounced now without the frame of his longer locks, Spencer already feels a bit lighter. One less thing to remind him of Mark's assault.

He shoves his good hand in his pocket as he leaves the shop, unsure of where to go or what to do next.
[OOC: You can find Spencer anywhere you'd like. Roaming around town, grabbing a coffee, back at his house, anywhere. Dude needs a friend.]
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Date: 2014-06-15 09:36 am (UTC)She breathes a sigh of relief at seeing him and immediately frowns when she sees how beat up he is.
Walking up, she smiles gently. "Spencer..."
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Date: 2014-06-15 09:41 am (UTC)He slowly lifts his head, pulling his sunglasses out of his pocket and slipping them on to detract from the black eye, and forces a smile. "Hi, Lara."
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Date: 2014-06-15 09:54 am (UTC)She's careful when she goes in to hug him, but she can't not do it. They might never have been all that physical but her siren side needs to make sure he's in one piece and after seeing Joel yesterday, she isn't inclined to fight it back.
Letting him go, she ran a hand over his hair. "Suits you."
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Date: 2014-06-15 10:00 am (UTC)He wrinkles his nose but his smile grows a bit more genuine when she reaches for his hair and he shrugs a shoulder. "I needed a change."
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Date: 2014-06-15 10:27 am (UTC)She'd wait for him to talk. He was clearly still working through it and she didn't want to rush him.
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Date: 2014-06-15 10:52 am (UTC)It turns out, she meets Spencer on the street.
"Hey," she says, softly, holding up the coffee and pie both. "I thought you might like some sugar."
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Date: 2014-06-15 11:01 am (UTC)"Thank you," he says, reaching out to take the coffee from her but moving his gaze to the ground between them as he moves his other hand behind his back, out of sight like he'd rather be right now. There is one good thing that had come out of this, he supposes: at least it had been him and not Cosette.
He clears his throat because his voice is still a little hoarse from Mark's attempt to strangle him and he's suddenly very aware of the bruises on his neck so he brings the coffee to his lips, satisfied when he tastes that it's the way he likes it. "It's good to see you," he tells her. "Not only because you've brought me things."
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Date: 2014-06-15 11:18 am (UTC)She doesn't know what happened; she does see Spencer move his hand behind him, deliberately keeping it from sight. Her heart aches, watching him and noticing the bruises on his neck. Jesus Fucking Christ.
"It's good to see you too," she says, with a real smile this time, because from what she sees of Spencer currently, he could damn well use a smile. "I like to think you like me for my boobs, and not my other assets."
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Date: 2014-06-15 11:25 am (UTC)The blush comes immediately and he sputters for a moment before resorting to taking another sip of his coffee. Leave it to Cosette. "I do not like you for your boobs," he protests, and he'd rolls his eyes if he didn't think it would only hurt. "Besides, boobs haven't exactly been capturing my interest lately." That makes him frown again, as thinking of Joel has been prone to make him do lately, and he works quickly to change the subject. "It's your books. Your great skill with books. That's what I like."
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Date: 2014-06-15 11:17 am (UTC)His first thought is holy shit.
It takes a couple of half jogged steps to catch up with Spencer, at which point he can see the blackened bruises, the cast and a couple of bandages discretely half-hidden beneath his clothes. He almost doesn't want to ask, but he has to, because this guy is the closest thing he's come to an almost-friend, and he's already itching to punch whoever did this to someone so friendly and helpful.
"Hey, Spencer. What happened?" he asks, and a second later corrects himself. "You don't have to tell me."
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Date: 2014-06-15 11:35 am (UTC)He doesn't know why he lies when he's very clearly not fine, he usually has no qualms about being perhaps too honest when people ask after him. His eyes flicker between Isaiah's concerned expression and his own shoes before he gives a little sigh. He needs to talk about it eventually, after all. "It's a long story. A messy one. I was attacked and then I was saved, I suppose that's the long and short of it."
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Date: 2014-06-15 11:55 am (UTC)"I'm sorry. For whatever happened, that's insane. Have the police arrested whoever or whatever or?" It's an effort to keep his words straight and he knows he's probably not making any sense but for one, he knows that Spencer will just feel worse if he knew what was going on in Isaiah's head, and for two, he doesn't want to push Spencer to tell him anything more than he wants to.
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Date: 2014-06-16 11:02 am (UTC)"He's been arrested and is being deported back to Canada," Spencer answers with a slight nod. At least there's that much, Mark won't be sticking around in a cell in the Siren Cove prison awaiting what would probably just be freedom. He runs his good hand through his hair, pausing in surprise when he remembers how short it is now. He needs to keep talking, he thinks, because the length of his hair is reminding him why he's had it done in the first place.
"The man I've been--" He frowns, not even sure what to call Joel, especially now that they haven't spoken since the incident. "The man I'm interested in, we had a date. It obviously didn't go according to plan, but he feels responsible and I don't even know where to begin handling any of this." He deflates a little, rolling his eyes in spite of himself. "I don't mean to unload my problems on you, I do apologize."
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Date: 2014-06-15 12:34 pm (UTC)So stuck in his own thoughts, Alfie nearly walked into a man he’d never seen before. It seemed likely they were both going for the door at the same time and noting the bandages on the other’s hands; he quickly moved to pull the door open. “So sorry, I was completely in my own thoughts,” he apologised, beckoning the door way, “After you.” He noted the bruising on the other man’s face and wondered if he’d been in some sort of accident – he himself having been lucky enough to walk away from a car crash a few weeks back.
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Date: 2014-06-16 09:36 am (UTC)"I've been a bit more out of my head than usual," he says, not that the man had asked for an explanation; but there's a small part of him that acknowledges that the reason he's engaging in conversation right now is because he wants to make sure he knows everyone he comes into contact with, as long as he can help it.
Spencer had known Mark's face only by photograph, hadn't seen him around town even though he'd clearly been watching; that mistake won't be made again. Spencer is usually on the ball, free of distraction, but lately it's been different. He doesn't need to go exactly back to the way it was but he's made a promise to himself to regain his awareness because he's not sure he could make it through a second round of what had happened.
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Date: 2014-06-17 06:01 pm (UTC)He waved his hand as if to say ‘no big deal’. “It’s understandable, I hate to bring it up, but it looks like you’ve had a bit of a tough time.” As soon as he said it, he thought that maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up. The other didn’t necessarily look completely comfortable with the current situation. Alfie wondered if whatever had happened to the guy was bothering him, because after his car accident he’d been a little more cautious of roads and other vehicles when driving. He hadn't heard anything about a crash though but then neither had he actually read any newspapers as of late.
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Date: 2014-06-15 02:05 pm (UTC)That's not entirely true. The only other thing he's sure of is that he shouldn't have left in the first place. He should have stayed at Spencer's after cleaning up the library, he should have waited for him and he should have been there for him when he'd come home, but Joel knows he's a coward. He wants to pretend he's done this to keep Spencer safe, to make sure Mark never comes after him again, but that's not the truth. The truth is that he's scared to look at Spencer and see that he's not wanted anymore. That this experience, being hurt, seeing what Joel can do, seeing parts of the person he really is, all that will mean Spencer is done with him. Joel has been through a lot in his life, he'll be able to take it if that's what it comes down to, but he also knows it would break parts of him that no one will be able to repair.
But he has to take the risk.
Spencer doesn't need him to bring books, but he does anyway. In a bag, he's carrying his stained and dog-eared copy of The Once and Future King, a few more George Saunders collections, two science fiction novels and Blood Merdian. He knows he could bring other things; food, coffee, ice cream, but he's sure people have taken care of those already. He's sure there are others looking out for Spencer when he's been too afraid to face him. The books are different, though, they're something he's been able to share with Spencer right from the beginning and he doesn't know if he's going to be turned away the second he shows up at his door, but he wants to show him that he's here. He'll be here no matter what from now on. It's hard to explain how the books demonstrate that to anyone outside his head, but he thinks Spencer will understand. If he doesn't just slam the door in Joel's face.
He hooks the bag over his injured arm, avoiding the brace and pushing the straps to the crook of his elbow so he can knock. On the walk over, he'd practiced a thousand different things to say, but he knows none of them will come close to expressing what he really means. So he stops trying to come up with something and just waits, shifting nervously on the front porch, wondering if Spencer will even let him in.
He's not sure he's ever been so scared in his life.
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Date: 2014-06-15 05:35 pm (UTC)Everyone leaves, after all. It's why he feels so stupid that he'd let himself get too close and the evidence for why he should never do that is written all over his face, his hand, his neck. Even so, seeing Joel even from afar has made something tighten in Spencer's chest so he tears himself away from the window and forces his feet to shuffle down the stairs.
It takes him another moment at the door to gather the courage to open it but when he does, he feels like his knees are ready to buckle. His good hand trembles as he braces himself against the door frame, the other hanging uselessly at his side, and he swallows hard at the sight of Joel standing there like Spencer had hoped he would be every day since what had happened.
"I called," he says, and it comes out hoarse because he hasn't used his voice much in the last few days and besides that, he thinks he can sometimes still feel Mark's hands wrapping around his throat. He pushes that aside for now, though, shifting to clear the entryway and just barely managing to bring himself to observe the bruises on Joel's face, the brace on Joel's wrist. "You can come in, if you'd like."
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Date: 2014-06-15 06:17 pm (UTC)But he comes into the house and he closes the door behind him. It pains him to do so, but he lets his gaze drift over Spencer, lets himself see his injuries all over again and just like the first time he'd done so Friday night, each mark, each injury feels like something hard and sharp is twisting in his chest. He thinks he should say something about Spencer's hair, but it seems too light hearted for what he really needs to tell him. "I should have stayed," he says without realizing that's what's going to come out. "I came and cleaned up and then I left to fill my prescription, but I should have stayed. I started thinking... how could you want to see me again after all that? After... it's my fault you were there. I thought it would be okay to- that finding someone-" He's not saying any of this right, but at least he's saying something.
"I just wanted to be with you and even after I got the letters I convinced myself you'd be okay, that there wasn't any real danger and I... I was wrong and then all I could think was... I'd put you in danger and... how could you want me around after that. So I left. And I shouldn't have. I should have stayed." And even if Spencer tells him to get out of his house, even if he says he never wants to see him again, at least Joel has said what he thinks he needs to.
He looks down at the bag he's still holding and then shifts it, hooking his good hands under the straps. "I brought you a bunch of books. I started telling you The Once and Future King in the ambulance and I know you've read it before, but I never got the chance to get very far and I wanted..." He has to say it. Even if Spencer tells him to leave, he owes it to both of them to say it. "I wanted to keep going. I wanted to keep telling you the story."
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Date: 2014-06-15 08:22 pm (UTC)He wants to, though, desperately wishes he could be better and stronger and more rational about all of this; but he hasn't been sleeping since he's been home and just last night, had been absolutely sure he'd heard the shattering of glass in the library. He hadn't gone to check, opting instead to lay wide awake in bed for the remainder of the evening with the TV in his room turned up to capacity volume. When he'd glanced in the room this morning, there had been nothing. It's all in his head and he's not sure if that makes him feel better or worse.
He sighs, rubbing small circles against his temples to ward off the headache he feels coming on--and come to think of it, he's probably due for for another dose of his medication--and moves a few steps closer to Joel. "I want you around," he tells him, no preamble or awkward stammering because it's something that needs to be made clear, especially if Joel is doubting it. Spencer doesn't want to do this alone and he doesn't want Joel to, either. "When I asked you not to leave I meant-- I meant more than for just the night. And I've been thinking the past few days about what I could have done to fight harder but it doesn't matter, does it? It happened." He lifts his injured hand, gestures at his face. "It can't be undone. We have to live with it."
Spencer comes closer, nearly closing the gap between then and glancing down at the bag before looking back at Joel, forcing himself to hold his gaze. "You didn't do this," he says firmly. He'd said it the night of but if Joel needs to be reminded of the fact every hour of every day, Spencer is up to the challenge because Joel is the only one who makes him feel the way he does, like he can be himself without judgment, like he's safe. He bites down on his lip, hesitating before brushing his fingers against Joel's. "Don't leave. I don't want you to leave. We can finish the story."
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Date: 2014-06-16 06:45 am (UTC)After she clocks out, Raleigh tugs her bag over her shoulder and it's not long before she actually finds him, presumably as he's heading back to his house since that seems to be where he's heading.
"Spencer?" She says his name full of worry, and when he turns, she takes it all in - the cast, the injuries, and she just.... she moves. She moves to hug him, careful of his cast and arm and all of that, but she's glad he's alright and...
Something'd happened, when she'd been talking to Joel, and Spencer - somehow she realised she relates to him way more than she ever had before, and that's why, maybe. Maybe that's why her gut said she should hug him. It's not super long, especially if he freaks out, but it's heartfelt.
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Date: 2014-06-16 06:52 am (UTC)"The soup was good," he tells her, and it's simple but he means so much more than what his words express. That Emily had cared enough to stop by at all, that she'd gone out of her way to check on him, it had meant a lot on a day he'd felt so incredibly out of touch with his own life. "Don't stop making it, okay?"
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Date: 2014-06-16 07:01 am (UTC)"I'm really, really glad you're okay. That you'll be okay." Because she knows that he's not okay now, either physically or emotionally, but he will be. Both he and Joel will, she's sure of it, and she thinks it's important to actually tell him that. That he'll be okay.
She shrugs some when he mentions the soup, but she nods when he says not to stop making it. "Just say the word, and you'll getting soup for the rest of time," she says lowly, and she finally exhales in a rush. She wants to ask him something personal, something she thinks she'll have to build up to - if he's seen Joel yet. It's not her business, but she knows that Joel's convinced that Spencer would like to see him last out of a list in the whole world.
So she doesn't ask, and instead just nods towards Spencer's house, and she walks with him - to keep him company, to worry about him more than a little. Her limp is more pronounced than usual - long day - but she can keep up with his long stride. "Is there anything else I can do, besides soup?"
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Date: 2014-06-16 07:53 am (UTC)He's relieved when they start their walk back toward his house, it gives him something to do other than stand in awkward silence and he notices her limp but doesn't ask questions. Today has made him temporarily hate most questions, all the ones that the suddenly sympathetic people he's crossed paths with have asked--what happened to his hand, did they catch the person who did it, is he sure he should be out and about town alone--and if one more painfully frustrating person asks him if he's okay, he thinks he might scream because no, he's not okay. He's tired and in pain and utterly at a loss as to what he's supposed to do. He wants Joel, he thinks, and it's not a sudden thought; he's been thinking of calling Joel all day, already had the evening before and had received no answer so he figures that's as good a sign as any. Spencer had ruined things before they could even big, and he'd known it even on Friday night while still bound to that chair that he should have fought harder.
"This is good," he tells her honestly. "I haven't really been up to taking visitors. Or answering calls. It's good to be with a--" He pauses, furrowing his brow because he can't imagine that they're anything else but it still feels odd sometimes to apply the word to someone who isn't Cosette or Lara. "With a friend."
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