It was nice, a little awkward, but nice, he liked knowing she was really here and really her. Not that she could be anyone else, but still. It was much easier to be near her than it was to be near most other people and he relaxed, measuring her hands against his. “Good,” he said quietly, nudging her lightly with his cheek.
The moment was good; it let him recover a bit from being a little overwhelmed by his own words. Sometimes there didn’t need to be words all the time and just silence said enough.
“I saw some people,” Spencer admitted, glancing at the door. “Psychosomatic, they say. I think they’re wrong, but here I’ve been busy and removed from the usual situations we put ourselves in and I have had very few.” Reid said. “So maybe I’m wrong, it does happen, occasionally,” he said with a little smile and a tiny huff of silent laughter.
“I’m okay,” he said softly, because he was and just because it hurt, it hurt right in the core of him that didn’t mean he was going to let it make him fall apart. Spencer had considered it carefully, the risks in putting himself on the line and had realized if a negative response would cause him to break down then he was in no position to attempt any kind of relationship, even a physical one.
“I like it here,” Spencer added, giving a little shrug. “I’ve met people who make me understand myself better, I’ve made more friends here than I’ve ever been able to make before. Like Mike Ross? He has a mind like mine and he’s friendly, easy to talk to, I’d even venture to say fun. And Parker, too. She’s really special. Alexis as well, she’s a sweet kid. So really, three friends is better than I ever did all through high school and college. I really haven’t had time for headaches.”