Spencer had really felt like he was making progress, like he was on the verge of a great personal discovery. But it had suddenly changed and his heart and his stomach felt like they were sinking. He felt flustered and he was confused and hurt and he really didn’t know why.
He hesitated beside the bed for a second, feeling genuinely uncomfortable about sleeping there for the first time since he’d arrived. Reaching across he flicked off the light and the darkness provided some cover and privacy for him to feel in peace. Tugging off the jumper he knew he’d be awake first and able to get dressed and hide his arms away before Morgan was awake. He paused again before he got into the large bed beside Derek. His stomach felt like it was full of ice and lead and he felt like he was actually going to cry, half out of misery and half out of confusion so overwhelming he didn’t know what to do with it.
This was the worst conversation he’d ever had and suddenly he wished they weren’t open, that they weren’t close and that they didn’t think that they could talk honestly about everything.