[Moreid] Caring hand

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"Hey come in" With a shy smile Spencer opens the door to his apartment further, it is not like Derek has never been here before it is just that this feels different. It is different.

"You ready?"

"You mean right now- we aren't even gonna-"

"I said I would take you on a date. I won't fuck you for a couple of minutes and then go." Derek tells him with a smile while Spencer's face forms into a frown and then the nervousness is clearly seen on his face and Derek sees his fingers nervously moving. "No stress, it's just the two of us tonight, go get ready I will wait as long as you need." Morgan changes his tone of voice to being more gentle.

"I just thought-"

"I know, no shame. We will do that later" He tells him with a chuckle but keeps his voice soft. Not judging him. "You need a moment?"

"No I am good. I will throw something on."

"It doesn't have to be something nice."

"It's a date" Spencer just remarks and then flees to the bathroom while Morgan's eyes wander around the apartment. Maybe one day he will renovate this man a house, filled with space for his books.

He looks away from the huge shelves when he notices how he imagines not only Spencer's, but also his family pictures on the shelve he would build for him. How the house would be theirs not his.

"You okay?" He calls through the apartment when Spencer takes longer. "I am not hurrying you just checking." When he doesn't get an answer he walks to the bedroom and after a quick stop opens the door to find Spencer standing in front of his closet, not wearing a shirt just his pants and is burying his finger nails into his skin not far under his rips. "What happened?"

"I am fine."

"You don't look fine. Talk to me."

"I misunderstood you."

"No hey that's okay. I made it sound like it was just about that, if you feel uncomfortable with going on a date with me than that's alright." Hesitantly Derek places his hand on Spencer's back, feeling his warm skin. "Can you tell me if that's it?"

"I would like to go on a date with you. I just need a moment. I wasn't prepared. I am sorry."

"No need to be sorry." Derek lets his eyes wander over the mess of clothes on the floor. He knows Spencer sometimes spends way to much time in the morning finding exactly the outfit he wants it's one of the things he loves but never talks about so Derek eventually had started to google thrift stores when they are on cases just so they could visit them. It at the same time is also a plague because sometimes no colours will be fine to match, no fabric okay to wear on his skin. "What about this? It's not formal like work but it's a nice shirt."

"No" He moves a few shirts aside and then reveals a thin knitted blue yellow sweater.

"That's perfect."

"You can't wear that to the restaurant."

"We are not going to a restaurant." Spencer's head snaps up, confusion written on his face. "Hey I said this night was gonna be all about you and me spoiling you and making you feel good. It would miss the theme if I would take you to a restaurant when you hate eating there doesn't it?"

Timid Spencer nods and looks at Derek for a long moment.

"I promise you I am not making fun of you." Unsure Derek puts the sweater back onto the old chair standing in the room and then moves a few steps back leaning against the wall. "Change of plan, you show me your options we will decide together."