Spencer arches a brow, toying for just a split second with turning Davin's teasing about unclenching into something else entirely but the urge to do so disappears faster than he can stop to actually consider it further. Davin is a friend, yes, but Spencer is never going to be the type to say such horribly lewd things like that to anyone except his husband, which reminds him that he ought to pick up a box of popsicles on his way back home with the car later on because he know exactly what kind of reaction he can get out of Joel with that in his arsenal. Especially with a look of wide-eyed innocence.
"Um." He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair as he feels his cheeks flush, and he hates that he tends to be so transparent when he's embarrassed about something, but it's not something he can really help so he ducks his head in an effort to hide it, toeing at the concrete. "Coffee, right. That sounds good, actually, can I make you a cup?"
Spencer barely waits for an answer, turning immediately on his heels to head for the office, and he's sure that Davin has noticed his odd behavior but Spencer can only hope that he'll chalk it up to typical awkwardness rather than anything else. Once he reaches the office and sets the coffee to brewing, he takes the private moment to reach for his pocket and send a text to Joel--
(It's alarmingly hot today, isn't it? Hope you're not making a disaster zone out of the store because I'm bringing popsicles home after I'm done here so behave, and you'll get a treat.)
--before laughing softly to himself and tucking the phone back in his pocket. It doesn't take long before he has two cups ready, remembering exactly how Davin had taken his the last time they'd shared a cup together at the store, and brings them back out to the port looking much less red and flustered than he had before he'd disappeared.
"Still holding up to standards?" he asks, leaning against the back door as he watches Davin work. "It's a good thing I have a friend who's a mechanic because I have no idea how these things work, anyone else could have ripped me off instantly."
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"Um." He clears his throat, running a hand through his hair as he feels his cheeks flush, and he hates that he tends to be so transparent when he's embarrassed about something, but it's not something he can really help so he ducks his head in an effort to hide it, toeing at the concrete. "Coffee, right. That sounds good, actually, can I make you a cup?"
Spencer barely waits for an answer, turning immediately on his heels to head for the office, and he's sure that Davin has noticed his odd behavior but Spencer can only hope that he'll chalk it up to typical awkwardness rather than anything else. Once he reaches the office and sets the coffee to brewing, he takes the private moment to reach for his pocket and send a text to Joel--
(It's alarmingly hot today, isn't it? Hope you're not making a disaster zone out of the store because I'm bringing popsicles home after I'm done here so behave, and you'll get a treat.)
--before laughing softly to himself and tucking the phone back in his pocket. It doesn't take long before he has two cups ready, remembering exactly how Davin had taken his the last time they'd shared a cup together at the store, and brings them back out to the port looking much less red and flustered than he had before he'd disappeared.
"Still holding up to standards?" he asks, leaning against the back door as he watches Davin work. "It's a good thing I have a friend who's a mechanic because I have no idea how these things work, anyone else could have ripped me off instantly."