He's never paid much attention to zodiac signs, though he knows them all along with each corresponding element, symbol, and ruling planet. He nods when she mentions the fish but it doesn't mean much to him, he's never taken stock in it or read a daily horoscope for anything other than curiosity in the moment. "Fish and the element is water, which I suppose is fitting. I'm also supposedly possessive of erratic energy levels, which I'm sure my mother was always glad did not manifest. My brother had enough energy for all three of us, I'm not sure she could have handled both her sons getting to that level."
The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement at what she says about Joel. "Mine, too," he tell her, and he suspects he doesn't have to say it out loud for Raleigh to understand that he means Joel is his favorite person. Joel has opened his eyes in so many ways and given him more than Spencer would have even thought to ask for in the past month and a half that they've been spending time together. Joel is, Spencer knows, a big part of the reason why he'd felt comfortable enough to invite Raleigh back here in the first place, and it's not that he doesn't consider her a friend or doesn't trust her. It's just that he's more willing than he's ever been to let people in, to let them get closer, because now it's not just the potential for loss that he sees; it's the potential for a happier future and he doesn't even know how where to begin in thanking Joel for that.
He shakes out of the thoughts, focusing his attention back on Raleigh, and he thinks he can see the discomfort in her face and the way she's sitting on the couch--well, of course she's uncomfortable, she's in more pain than anyone like her deserves to be. He grimaces, twisting the hem of his shirt in the fingers of his good hand before nodding toward the staircase. "I can help you to one of the empty bedrooms," he tells her and his tone is apologetic, as if he's personally affronted on her behalf that she has to get to the second story of his own house just to lie in a bed. "If you're not up for it, I can bring bring some blankets down here and you can rest on the couch for as long as you'd like."
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The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement at what she says about Joel. "Mine, too," he tell her, and he suspects he doesn't have to say it out loud for Raleigh to understand that he means Joel is his favorite person. Joel has opened his eyes in so many ways and given him more than Spencer would have even thought to ask for in the past month and a half that they've been spending time together. Joel is, Spencer knows, a big part of the reason why he'd felt comfortable enough to invite Raleigh back here in the first place, and it's not that he doesn't consider her a friend or doesn't trust her. It's just that he's more willing than he's ever been to let people in, to let them get closer, because now it's not just the potential for loss that he sees; it's the potential for a happier future and he doesn't even know how where to begin in thanking Joel for that.
He shakes out of the thoughts, focusing his attention back on Raleigh, and he thinks he can see the discomfort in her face and the way she's sitting on the couch--well, of course she's uncomfortable, she's in more pain than anyone like her deserves to be. He grimaces, twisting the hem of his shirt in the fingers of his good hand before nodding toward the staircase. "I can help you to one of the empty bedrooms," he tells her and his tone is apologetic, as if he's personally affronted on her behalf that she has to get to the second story of his own house just to lie in a bed. "If you're not up for it, I can bring bring some blankets down here and you can rest on the couch for as long as you'd like."