Megan frowned. The thought of Spencer being willing to throw down his life for her was one that brought on a mixture of emotions: for one, doubt. Spencer was afraid of committment, and there was no committment like dying for someone. For another, discomfort. She didn't like to think of Spencer dying for her sake, though she supposed she had invited him over. What had she done that for if not to have him there to fight for her if necessary. She blushed at her selfishness, glad Roger couldn't see her face at that moment.
Of course, that didn't last too terribly long. Megan had whirled around to stare at her friend, brows furrowed. "I-" She shouldn't care what Spencer had to say, of course, but even if she did, Spencer hadn't said anything about it in her journal. "I- What's wrong with Seamus?" she asked. "If he's such a great guy, why wouldn't he be a good room mate?"