In the moments between being thrown to the ground and Roman walking out the door, Spencer barely registers anything around him. His vision has gone blurry--what's left of it, that is--and the pain in his body is unyielding. Roman is strong, much stronger than he looks, and Spencer wants to be able to lift his head from the wet floor but really, it's better down here. He can sense Davin beside him, though he lets his eyes flutter shut at the conversation between his friend and their aggressor because right now, he doesn't care about any of this. He doesn't want to know Roman's story, doesn't want to be a part of it, he just wants to go home.
Home is where Joel is, where his ring is, where his baby will be. It makes him feel lighter to think of his husband, to focus his energy not on the pain that's radiating through him but on what it will be like to be gathered safely in Joel's arms again, knowing that he's protected in that warm embrace from anything and everything around them. The clarity he needs to have in this room is there, enough for Spencer to know that he'll take whatever Roman has to give if it means he can ensure that Joel keeps his magic. He would do anything for his husband, anything, and he knows how utterly devastated Joel would be stripped of his powers. It would be without warning, without any hint of what was happening, and Spencer doesn't know how it would physically affect him but regardless, his mentality after the fact would surely be irreparable and it would be Spencer's fault.
The click that he hears then isn't like anything he's heard so far, and he doesn't know why it's caught his attention but there's no denying his curiosity now. With a brief shift of his head, one that still aggravates his bruising jaw, but the second he spots the source of the sound, he wishes he'd just kept his head down. A barrel of a gun is pointed right at him, and the fear that's already paralyzed him only grows when Roman threatens to take him from his unborn child and if there's one thought that's worse than never seeing his husband again, it's never getting to hold his son or daughter in his arms for the first time. It makes his bottom lip tremble as his cheeks are stained with newly spilled tears that sound against the water beneath him.
It isn't just fear for himself that has him so out of sorts, it's fear for Davin. Davin, who's put himself between Spencer and Roman in an admirable show of protectiveness, but they all know that this is hopeless. Spencer are Davin are defenseless in this room, weaponless, and to make matters worse, Roman has seen firsthand that they're friends and seems practically gleeful to use that against them.
He wants to say something, but he can't find the words, can't even remember how to breathe properly until Roman's putting the gun away and walking out of the room with a disturbingly casual wave, and it isn't until Davin is turned back to him, asking him questions that are processing so slowly in his mind, that Spencer makes an effort to sit back up. It's slowgoing, but he manages it, hiding his face from Davin the whole way in spite of the fact that his friend has already seen the damage done. It's not that he's ashamed, not that he's self-conscious about the state of his face, but he doesn't want Davin to see the way he cries because way his shoulders are shaking now is far too close to a sign that he's close to giving up.
He isn't, he would never, not with the life that's to be returned to him when they make it out of here, but he doesn't want Davin to think for one second that he's going to have to go through the rest of this alone. "I'm fine," he murmurs, and it's a bold-faced lie because his jaw aches with every word, but he suspects Davin would tell the same one. "I-- I know you'd never do anything like that, I know, none of this is your fault." He finally glances up with his good eye, noting with a choked sob that Davin is crying, too, and without a second though, he pulls his friend closer toward him so he can throw his arms tightly around Davin's shoulders. It's a strange thing, being in such close physical contact, being so vulnerable with anyone who isn't his husband, but this is an extraordinary circumstance. A small bit of comfort has to be allowed.
"They'll find us," he says, voice husky from his crying, and Spencer makes a mental reminder to himself to apologize to Davin later for getting his shirt wet with tears but for right now, he lets himself bury the uninjured side of his face against Davin's shoulder. "They'll find us. I know they will, they have to, and we're going to be just fine."
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Home is where Joel is, where his ring is, where his baby will be. It makes him feel lighter to think of his husband, to focus his energy not on the pain that's radiating through him but on what it will be like to be gathered safely in Joel's arms again, knowing that he's protected in that warm embrace from anything and everything around them. The clarity he needs to have in this room is there, enough for Spencer to know that he'll take whatever Roman has to give if it means he can ensure that Joel keeps his magic. He would do anything for his husband, anything, and he knows how utterly devastated Joel would be stripped of his powers. It would be without warning, without any hint of what was happening, and Spencer doesn't know how it would physically affect him but regardless, his mentality after the fact would surely be irreparable and it would be Spencer's fault.
The click that he hears then isn't like anything he's heard so far, and he doesn't know why it's caught his attention but there's no denying his curiosity now. With a brief shift of his head, one that still aggravates his bruising jaw, but the second he spots the source of the sound, he wishes he'd just kept his head down. A barrel of a gun is pointed right at him, and the fear that's already paralyzed him only grows when Roman threatens to take him from his unborn child and if there's one thought that's worse than never seeing his husband again, it's never getting to hold his son or daughter in his arms for the first time. It makes his bottom lip tremble as his cheeks are stained with newly spilled tears that sound against the water beneath him.
It isn't just fear for himself that has him so out of sorts, it's fear for Davin. Davin, who's put himself between Spencer and Roman in an admirable show of protectiveness, but they all know that this is hopeless. Spencer are Davin are defenseless in this room, weaponless, and to make matters worse, Roman has seen firsthand that they're friends and seems practically gleeful to use that against them.
He wants to say something, but he can't find the words, can't even remember how to breathe properly until Roman's putting the gun away and walking out of the room with a disturbingly casual wave, and it isn't until Davin is turned back to him, asking him questions that are processing so slowly in his mind, that Spencer makes an effort to sit back up. It's slowgoing, but he manages it, hiding his face from Davin the whole way in spite of the fact that his friend has already seen the damage done. It's not that he's ashamed, not that he's self-conscious about the state of his face, but he doesn't want Davin to see the way he cries because way his shoulders are shaking now is far too close to a sign that he's close to giving up.
He isn't, he would never, not with the life that's to be returned to him when they make it out of here, but he doesn't want Davin to think for one second that he's going to have to go through the rest of this alone. "I'm fine," he murmurs, and it's a bold-faced lie because his jaw aches with every word, but he suspects Davin would tell the same one. "I-- I know you'd never do anything like that, I know, none of this is your fault." He finally glances up with his good eye, noting with a choked sob that Davin is crying, too, and without a second though, he pulls his friend closer toward him so he can throw his arms tightly around Davin's shoulders. It's a strange thing, being in such close physical contact, being so vulnerable with anyone who isn't his husband, but this is an extraordinary circumstance. A small bit of comfort has to be allowed.
"They'll find us," he says, voice husky from his crying, and Spencer makes a mental reminder to himself to apologize to Davin later for getting his shirt wet with tears but for right now, he lets himself bury the uninjured side of his face against Davin's shoulder. "They'll find us. I know they will, they have to, and we're going to be just fine."