He's quiet as he studies her, notes the way she can't seem to hold his gaze and evades answering his questions almost entirely. "It is important," he says softly, shifting so he can catch and hold eye contact. "You don't have to tell me, I understand if I'm not--" He cuts himself off, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek. If he's not someone she can really trust, is what he'd been about to say, but he's afraid she'll feel like he's guilting her and that's not his intention at all. He's never really been that person, to be honest, mostly because he'd never shown much interest in other people's personal lives. He'd been too busy trying to hide away his own to wonder, to care.

He'd told Emily about what had happened that morning in his backyard not because she's just happened to be there but because she's been kind to him from her arrival in town. She's brought him soup after what had happened with Mark, she's had more of an affect on Spencer than she probably realizes because it's not the words he has trouble gathering, it's the part where he actually has to express them that's the problem.

So he understands if he can't be that kind of person for her. He'd had a part in letting this happen, whether she'd agree or not, and he wouldn't feel deserving of that trust anyway. He still had a duty to her a friend, though, and it's not just obligation that he feels, it's genuine affection. He pushes himself upright and runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath as he tries to work through everything that's fighting for his attention in his mind.

"I'll get you that coffee."