"Well, rumor has it the owner of the shop is an unfairly attractive man," he teases, nudging Joel's knee with his own. "And anyway, Mr. Carter seems like the type to have a soft spot for shops like yours. Sometimes I feel corrupt just walking into one of the chains, though I suppose he's got book sales to worry about. Fortunately, the biggest concern in my life at the moment is figuring out the best way to tell John that I'm quitting to come work for my husband."
It's really not much of a concern at all, simply more of an end of an era. He's been working at the library since he was seventeen, and John has known him for even longer because his mother had been his favorite employee--so John says--until she'd eventually decided to pass the torch to her son. They've always been loyal to each other and before he'd had Cosette or Lara as friends, John is the one who'd been there for Spencer, who'd been most like a father figure in his own way.
"I'm going to get an earful," he says with a laugh, reaching over Joel's lap to tap lightly at Huxley's nose. "But he's happy for us, you know. He tried to write me a check as a gift, but I wouldn't take it. So he ordered a pizza for lunch instead and brought in a box of cream soda."
John's given him more over the past decade than Spencer could have ever asked for, and Spencer knows it's not out of obligation to his mother's memory. They're close without being nosy about each other's lives, it's always worked for them, and Spencer wishes he knew of a way he could sufficiently thank John for everything he's done. Thinking of his boss sparks another thought, and he gives his husband a sidelong glance accompanied by an arched eyebrow.
"Have you told your family yet?" he asks, and he's been moderately amused since they've gotten back that Joel certainly hadn't. The longer Joel waits, the more severe the reaction will be, but Spencer isn't really worried about that, either. Ultimately, he's certain that Joel's family understands how much they love each other, how right this choice had been for them, just as their friends have so far. "I'm not sure who's going to be more upset that they weren't at the wedding, your mother or your sister. And yes, of course you can move your things home. It's your house, too. Or it will be, anyway, as soon as we get your name on the title."
There's still so much paperwork to do now that they're married, but Spencer likes to think of it as reinforcement of the promises they've made to each other than as a chore.
"Oh, we should put the Keurig to use on the day of the signing. A free cup of coffee for customer appreciation as long as they buy a book or something, isn't that a thing people enjoy?" He shrugs, sighing as leans back against the bench and absently rubs at his throat. "Now I'm the one getting far too ahead of myself, god."
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Date: 2014-09-04 11:34 pm (UTC)It's really not much of a concern at all, simply more of an end of an era. He's been working at the library since he was seventeen, and John has known him for even longer because his mother had been his favorite employee--so John says--until she'd eventually decided to pass the torch to her son. They've always been loyal to each other and before he'd had Cosette or Lara as friends, John is the one who'd been there for Spencer, who'd been most like a father figure in his own way.
"I'm going to get an earful," he says with a laugh, reaching over Joel's lap to tap lightly at Huxley's nose. "But he's happy for us, you know. He tried to write me a check as a gift, but I wouldn't take it. So he ordered a pizza for lunch instead and brought in a box of cream soda."
John's given him more over the past decade than Spencer could have ever asked for, and Spencer knows it's not out of obligation to his mother's memory. They're close without being nosy about each other's lives, it's always worked for them, and Spencer wishes he knew of a way he could sufficiently thank John for everything he's done. Thinking of his boss sparks another thought, and he gives his husband a sidelong glance accompanied by an arched eyebrow.
"Have you told your family yet?" he asks, and he's been moderately amused since they've gotten back that Joel certainly hadn't. The longer Joel waits, the more severe the reaction will be, but Spencer isn't really worried about that, either. Ultimately, he's certain that Joel's family understands how much they love each other, how right this choice had been for them, just as their friends have so far. "I'm not sure who's going to be more upset that they weren't at the wedding, your mother or your sister. And yes, of course you can move your things home. It's your house, too. Or it will be, anyway, as soon as we get your name on the title."
There's still so much paperwork to do now that they're married, but Spencer likes to think of it as reinforcement of the promises they've made to each other than as a chore.
"Oh, we should put the Keurig to use on the day of the signing. A free cup of coffee for customer appreciation as long as they buy a book or something, isn't that a thing people enjoy?" He shrugs, sighing as leans back against the bench and absently rubs at his throat. "Now I'm the one getting far too ahead of myself, god."