"It's okay," he says softly, stroking his hand over her hair. He hadn't meant to upset her, but he'd been upset himself. He'd been scared and uncertain of what it even meant and he's glad he hadn't just put it away and refused to talk about it. That's what he normally would have done, he'd have buried it and tried to forget about it, but the more time he spends with Spencer, the more he realizes things aren't always so easily forgotten. And he doesn't want anything disrupting this friendship.

"We can go sit," he says with a nod, pulling back a little to look at her. "Though, I have to warn you, if you let me start on the cookies, there'll be no stopping me."

It's not the first time he's threatened as much and it likely won't be the last. What he knows, what he's grateful for is that they understand each other a little bit better now. It might not have been the best way for such a thing to happen, the thought of the letter still upsets him, but they've talked and for someone who truly isn't very good at talking most of the time, it feels like a bit of a victory.