He glances over his shoulder at her when he hears the rap on the doorframe, smiling softly when he takes in Raleigh's appearance. Joel's attending to the store and Spencer had planned to head over a bit later with Huxley and some take-out from their favorite Chinese restaurant, but he's spent the last forty-five minutes staring into the flames flickering in the fireplace and thinking about their surrogate and the plans they've been making for their family. He pauses every so often to grin down at Huxley and give him a belly rub or a scratch behind the ears but he can't keep his mind from wandering back to the baby they're going to have one day, the future he and Joel are going to build together.
His smile fades a bit when he hears her request, the one he's been waiting for since they'd discussed it a couple weeks ago, but he's already nodding as he gets to his feet. "I'm free, of course I am," he tells her, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes a few steps toward her. He hesitates, narrowing his eyes back at the couh before looking back at her and gives a sheepish shrug. "I-- Was there somewhere in particular you wanted to--" He doesn't really know if this needs any sort of muted fanfare or ceremony, doesn't know if there's a safe part of the house she'd like to make the call from, so he lets the question hang in the air before clearing his throat.
"By the way, Joel and I were cleaning the guest bedroom and clearing out the attic before his parents came to stay, I found this box of clothes." He gestures at the sweatshirt and sweatpants, both too big on her because they're his clothes on her petite frame. "It was my mom's, she was a couple inches taller than you but I think-- Well, if you don't think it's too morbid or too odd, you're free to go through it if you like. Dresses, jeans, tops, some jewelry, there's all sorts of things that I never really got around to-- to donating or throwing out."
He doesn't know if it's too strange a thing to offer but it's something that's been on his mind since he'd rediscovered the boxes in the attic. If Raleigh wants to go through the clothes before he finally parts with them, Spencer would be happy to let her have whatever she wants.
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His smile fades a bit when he hears her request, the one he's been waiting for since they'd discussed it a couple weeks ago, but he's already nodding as he gets to his feet. "I'm free, of course I am," he tells her, crossing his arms over his chest as he takes a few steps toward her. He hesitates, narrowing his eyes back at the couh before looking back at her and gives a sheepish shrug. "I-- Was there somewhere in particular you wanted to--" He doesn't really know if this needs any sort of muted fanfare or ceremony, doesn't know if there's a safe part of the house she'd like to make the call from, so he lets the question hang in the air before clearing his throat.
"By the way, Joel and I were cleaning the guest bedroom and clearing out the attic before his parents came to stay, I found this box of clothes." He gestures at the sweatshirt and sweatpants, both too big on her because they're his clothes on her petite frame. "It was my mom's, she was a couple inches taller than you but I think-- Well, if you don't think it's too morbid or too odd, you're free to go through it if you like. Dresses, jeans, tops, some jewelry, there's all sorts of things that I never really got around to-- to donating or throwing out."
He doesn't know if it's too strange a thing to offer but it's something that's been on his mind since he'd rediscovered the boxes in the attic. If Raleigh wants to go through the clothes before he finally parts with them, Spencer would be happy to let her have whatever she wants.