TW: I mentioned "sexually harassed" in this chapter. I didn't describe any form of harassment, I just mentioned those two words specifically. If there is anyone uncomfortable in reading or in the mentioning of those words, please don't read this chapter.
I'll make it up to you in the next one :)
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Spencer looked at you, admiring you more than the view. For him, you were the view. He felt like you knew him longer than a week. He felt like you were the only person who can comprehend what he was feeling. You were the only one who can break down and make him escape from his rampant thoughts.
The only person he wanted to trust more than himself and his team.
The only person who can make him sane.
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"Earth to Spencer. " You waved your right hand in front of his face, snapping your left to create a sound.
Spencer was gazing at you when you looked at him, not saying anything. Almost like you knocked out his ability to speak.
He shook his head after a few minutes, returning back to the conversation you were having. "I'm sorry. The last time I met someone who understood me, the outcome was unpleasant."
"Tell me about it."
Once again, Spencer was stunned. "About what?"
"That someone. I want to know." You said, clueless.
Are you?
"Uh-H-Her name was Maeve. Maeve Donovan."
You grabbed his hand, gently rubbing it with your thumb. You looked at him. "You don't have to answer my next question. But, what happened?"
Spencer let out a sad sigh, his body also tense. He refused to look in your eyes, he might cry. Instead, he looked at the view of the urban area. "She was murdered by her stalker."
You didn't need the details of what happened, you knew it would hurt for him to let it relive the painful memory he kept at the back of his mind. You continued to rub his hands with your thumb, looking back at the view.
When Spencer knew you weren't going to ask more questions, he relaxed. You removed your hand from his, instantly missing his touch.
Once again, enjoying the silence.
You had an idea.
"Let's lie down." You suggested, a tone demanding enough that Spencer couldn't disagree.
"Soil serves as a home for many pathogenic organisms." He said, making you think that your idea was dumb.
Spencer realized what he just said. He made you think that he didn't consider your idea. He quickly continued. "Anyway, most organisms aren't harmful to humans. So yes, let's lie down."
