If Spencer had looked bad yesterday, today he looked like shit. William studied the dark, bruised bags under Spencer's hollow eyes, the pallor of his face where the beard didn't hide it, and the way his shoulders hunched over in exhausted defense.
"Stay as long as you like. There's a couch by the windows, if you want to lie down." He didn't know what Spencer was doing here rather than in the staff lounge or his own rooms, but William wasn't about to chase him away. Especially not when he looked like that. 'Not a great day' didn't seem like nearly a strong enough description.
William reached out a hand carefully, slowly in case Spencer didn't want to be touched, to rest on Spencer's knee. "Can I help?"