He startles at the question, guilt washing over him all over again because he'd seen the blood but he'd gotten so wrapped up in-- He doesn't even want to think about it anymore, even though it's not that easy; he doesn't want to let it get in the way of helping Raleigh when he should be trying to be here for you at full capacity because she deserves that, she deserves feeling like she's being taken care of after what she's just been through.
He untangles his hand from hers and rubs at his forehead before standing up from his spot on the table and nodding absently. "Yes, yes, of course. I'm so-- Yes, stay right here, okay, I'll be back in a minute."
He takes the stairs to his room twice at a time so he can rifle through his pajama drawer until he finds the sweater his mother had bought for him a couple years before her death. He remembers thanking her profusely before it and wearing it on a family outing then burying it in his closet soon after because he'd known the next one was coming soon anyway--this is how he'd ended up with such a large collection that his brother would constantly mock, but Spencer wishes now that he'd worn them all a hundred times over for his mother to see and he uses most of the remaining supply for when he goes to visit their graves.
It's small enough that Raleigh won't be swimming in it, though, so he takes it back downstairs and holds it out for her. "I'll trade you," he says, gesturing at her hoodie. "I can wash it for you. Or burn it. Whichever you prefer."
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He untangles his hand from hers and rubs at his forehead before standing up from his spot on the table and nodding absently. "Yes, yes, of course. I'm so-- Yes, stay right here, okay, I'll be back in a minute."
He takes the stairs to his room twice at a time so he can rifle through his pajama drawer until he finds the sweater his mother had bought for him a couple years before her death. He remembers thanking her profusely before it and wearing it on a family outing then burying it in his closet soon after because he'd known the next one was coming soon anyway--this is how he'd ended up with such a large collection that his brother would constantly mock, but Spencer wishes now that he'd worn them all a hundred times over for his mother to see and he uses most of the remaining supply for when he goes to visit their graves.
It's small enough that Raleigh won't be swimming in it, though, so he takes it back downstairs and holds it out for her. "I'll trade you," he says, gesturing at her hoodie. "I can wash it for you. Or burn it. Whichever you prefer."