"Right," Spencer said, nodding and smiling ruefully. "That makes -- not sense. The whole thing doesn't--" He stopped, and sighed. He wasn't really the most articulate these days. "You know."
Closing the door, he raised his eyebrows with interest, coming to perch on his usual worktable, just enough space cleared for him to sit comfortably. "Okay," he said. "What do you need?"