He heads toward the table as soon they enter the apartment and makes himself comfortable in one of the chairs as he watches Joel mill about the kitchen with his elbow on the table and chin propped up by his hand, an affectionate smile curving his lips. He loves the way being in the apartment makes him feel, so comfortable and cozy and lived in, though he thinks that last one has a lot to do with the fact that Joel has been the one doing the living and it's evident. He notes again the stark difference between the clutter of the store and even, to some extent, Joel's living space to the back room where the Joel keeps all of his more secret supplies and inventory. Granted, he feels content anywhere he goes as long he's with Joel but there's a sense of security here that just can't be fully present at his own house by virtue of the fact that it's where Mark had found him.
His eyes flicker around the room for a moment because he knows Mark has been here, too, had managed to sneak those threatening notes in somehow, but the difference is that Spencer hadn't had his head smashed in with a glass here. He's grateful that Joel has his back turned because there's a sudden sharp pain, what he's sure is just a phantom pain, that explodes in his head and he rubs at both his temples until Joel comes back to the table with two glasses of tea and takes a seat. The pain is gone by then, it had merely been a flash, and Spencer manages a genuinely pleased smile when Joel looks up at him.
"I like it, too," he replies, reaching out to grasp Joel's hand as he gestures to the spread between them. It's not even the right word, he doesn't just like it. He'd gone from being certain of his life as an ineligible bachelor to dating a man who is willing to go to such great lengths to make Spencer happy, to care for him and protect him and do all the sorts of things nobody's done for him since his mother and brother died.
"I like you," he continues, and he blushes because it's not as if that really needed to be said and he feels a bit silly having said it out loud now. "A lot, I-- There's a lot of-- I feel very, er, strongly..." He bites his lips, holding back the urge to roll his eyes at himself and reaching out for his glass so he can take a sip while he buys himself some time to think of something better to say. Nothing comes to mind, and he sets his glass done with a soft grunt of frustration. "Being here, with you, knowing that you actually want to do things like this for me... I like that a lot. I spent so much time alone at home before you came into my life, it's nice to be able to share in something like this."
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Date: 2014-07-11 02:49 am (UTC)His eyes flicker around the room for a moment because he knows Mark has been here, too, had managed to sneak those threatening notes in somehow, but the difference is that Spencer hadn't had his head smashed in with a glass here. He's grateful that Joel has his back turned because there's a sudden sharp pain, what he's sure is just a phantom pain, that explodes in his head and he rubs at both his temples until Joel comes back to the table with two glasses of tea and takes a seat. The pain is gone by then, it had merely been a flash, and Spencer manages a genuinely pleased smile when Joel looks up at him.
"I like it, too," he replies, reaching out to grasp Joel's hand as he gestures to the spread between them. It's not even the right word, he doesn't just like it. He'd gone from being certain of his life as an ineligible bachelor to dating a man who is willing to go to such great lengths to make Spencer happy, to care for him and protect him and do all the sorts of things nobody's done for him since his mother and brother died.
"I like you," he continues, and he blushes because it's not as if that really needed to be said and he feels a bit silly having said it out loud now. "A lot, I-- There's a lot of-- I feel very, er, strongly..." He bites his lips, holding back the urge to roll his eyes at himself and reaching out for his glass so he can take a sip while he buys himself some time to think of something better to say. Nothing comes to mind, and he sets his glass done with a soft grunt of frustration. "Being here, with you, knowing that you actually want to do things like this for me... I like that a lot. I spent so much time alone at home before you came into my life, it's nice to be able to share in something like this."