Spencer smiled slowly, resisting the urge to lean in closer -- not even touch, if he really couldn't, just swaying in enough to feel Mikey's warmth properly, know he was close.
"That would be nice," he agreed, curling his fingers slightly in his pockets so he didn't decide to do it anyway. He watched Mikey carefully, said, "I'm alright. But I'm worried about those kids." He nodded his head towards the injured group in the corner. "Some of them are running a fever, and we don't have anything here." He hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't know what the state of the Hospital Wing is, or how hard it'd be to get to it from here. But I have things that could be really fucking useful in the greenhouses."