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Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins ([personal profile] callmeemily) wrote2014-08-16 01:52 am

Spencer (after the party, closed.) TW: probably talking about violence

The smell of soup pretty much fills the house. It's a pattern that Raleigh doesn't even realise is establishing itself. Spencer withdraws, and Raleigh makes him soup. Sometimes he eats it, sometimes he doesn't, but she makes it, and it's a little different than last time. She doesn't leave it on the porch. Instead, she knocks on the door wherever he is, and usually tells him what kind it is, and sometimes she asks him if he wants company.

That's what happens right now, she knocks on the doorframe of his room, because he's sitting on the bed reading, and she's got two bowls of soup. "I made lunch," there's a smile, and worry in her eyes that's been there ever since this started the day before yesterday. "Chicken noodle. Feel like company?"
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[personal profile] doublethepain 2014-08-18 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
He actually doesn't know Jason, but he nods vaguely because it really doesn't matter right now. It'll matter later, when he wants to know exactly who'd dared to walk away from Raleigh when she'd needed people to care about her the most, when she'd needed to understand that there are people in her life who would notice and care and look for her if she disappears. Spencer understands what it's like, believe that nobody would come looking, and he knows for a fact that nobody would have thought twice about Spencer not showing up anywhere over the weekend of the lighthouse incident. Mark could have kept him there for days, he could have been killed up there, and if he and Joel hadn't had that date, Spencer isn't sure how long it would have been before someone found him--most likely by accident.

It's different now and sometimes that still feels strange, knowing that he has people looking out for him again, but with every day that passes, he feels like more and more like he finally belongs somewhere. This house hasn't felt like home since his family had died until now, until Joel and Raleigh had made it a safe place for him in spite of what had happened in the library and the backyard, in spite of the nightmares that will still jolt him awake at night. Joel's the only one who's seen him in that particular state of panic, and Spencer would like to keep it that way but that evening he'd crawled into bed and put his arm around Raleigh to make sure she'd be all right after a nightmare of her own, he'd actually been reminded of his childhood with Dane.

He remembers building forts out of bedsheets when they'd been kids, pitching up a tent and sleeping in the backyard when they'd gotten older; he remembers listening to Dane talk about football and pretending to care because Dane would always do him the same courtesy when Spencer talked about his newest favorite author; he remembers Dane giving him that leather jacket as a gift for his twenty-seventh birthday, the one he'd been wearing when Mark had taken him, and Spencer thinks that maybe that's why he'd gotten Raleigh the hoodie. He still has the jacket, though he hasn't worn it in months now, it's the last thing Dane had ever given to him and therefore, it's something Spencer will never let go of, no matter what. The hoodie, the fact that Raleigh's wearing it, is more important to him than she could know because it means that she's carrying some part of him, a part he's happy to have given her.

"You deserve the world," he says softly, and he's said something strikingly similar to Joel more than once, but he means it. "The man who hurt you, Jason, he clearly has absolutely no clue what he's missing because you are so bright and kind and sometimes you have more energy than I know how to handle, but you are truly one of the most exceptional people I've ever met. So when you tell me I'm strong, what choice do I have but to believe you?"

It's not that simple, they both know that. It's going to take more than kind words a squeeze of his hand to change the way he sees things, but he'll make an effort to try.

"Should I threaten to break Coop's kneecaps?" he asks suddenly, brow furrowing. "If he hurts you, I mean, isn't that the sort of thing people are supposed to do for their sisterly figures? It's between that and inviting him over for dinner because I've got an awfully good scrutinizing stare. I may have to have a few glasses of wine before getting started, thought."
doublethepain: (look at that qt bashful smile omf)

[personal profile] doublethepain 2014-08-19 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
She says Jason hadn't hurt her, and it makes Spencer wonder whether he's just projecting how he'd have felt himself onto Raleigh; but she stammers her way through an explanation, and he thinks maybe it had hurt her more than she's willing to admit--or perhaps more than she realizes. If Joel had walked away from him after the lighthouse, Spencer would have been devastated. He knows Joel had tried to stay away but it had been more out of guilt than an inability to be willing to help carry Spencer's baggage; and Spencer has no shortage of baggage, so it's a true testatment to the character of his boyfriend--his fiance, really, though it feels too strange on Spencer's tongue to say it--that he'd stayed.

"It's not important," he echoes, pausing because it's not his place to say that it is just because it would be to him, but he gives her a small, tight smile. "Well, I think he's a fool to walk away. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life, you-- you always manage to brighten mine, at least. Besides, you're about to be this town's next top baker or whatever we should be calling you so he's missing out on all your future successes, too." He shifts awkwardly on the mattress, and it's not that he isn't willing to say things like that to her, it's that they don't come as naturally to him as they do when he's with Joel. "But all right, I'll refrain from breaking anything of Coop's, kneecaps or otherwise. He was a significant help on the island, after all, and he tried to help Joel during his fight, so I suppose I owe him for that."

Spencer owes Coop for more than that, for Coop's efforts to reach out to him after Dane and his mother had died, but he doesn't talk about it. They've never discussed it, Spencer can't even remember a time after the funeral that Dane's name had come up between them, and he's sure that's his own fault. One day, maybe, he'll be able to look at Coop and not think of Dane.

The last thing she says processes after a moment, and he squints. There's only one person who knows he gets giggly--and he's hardly call it giggly--when he's drunk because there's only one person he's really been drunk with in the past couple years. "What did Joel tell you? I'll warn you to be very careful with what you do with that information because if that gets out, your number one bakery backer is pulling out entirely, understood?"
doublethepain: (this idiot smiling to himself ugh)

[personal profile] doublethepain 2014-08-20 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
She's clearly uncomfortable with the subject, and he regrets bringing it up at all. He starts to shrink into himself, coming close to getting ready to just thank her for the soup and busy himself with something else, maybe help Joel some more with or organizing the store, but then Raleigh's telling him how much Joel loves him, and he's frozen for a moment.

He's grown quite used to the fact that he can't help but brighten whenever Joel's name is even mentioned. It's an automatic response, there's no sense in fighting it and Spencer would never want to because never before has there been anyone outside of his immediate family who makes his life better simply by existing in it. He ducks his head to hide the flush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck even though Raleigh's already seen the corners of his mouth turning up into a pleased smile.

"Yes, I know," he answers, keeping his eyes fixed anywhere but on Raleigh, and it's nothing to do with how comfortable he is with her; he just knows that when it comes to talking about his relationship with Joel, the only person he can properly convey his feelings to is, well, Joel. Even then, he doesn't quite feel like the words come out quite right but there's comfort in knowing that his boyfriend understands exactly what he's getting at because he feels the exact same way. They don't need to be perfectly eloquent about it, Spencer isn't even sure that's possible because their love grows all the time, it becomes greater with every passing moment, so how can they be expected to find a way to put words to that?

"I'm... incredibly fortunate," he continues, and that's not even the half of it but it's a fair enough place to start. He finally meets Raleigh's eyes, smile still firmly in place. "I wasted too much time trying to convince myself that a man, such a beautiful and incredible man, like Joel could never be interested in a man like me but there's a connection between us that's been there from the first day we met." He rubs lightly at the center of his chest, shifting his gaze to the doorway of the bedroom because he wonders if that column of energy Joel can see in their auras, the one that's constant between them, stretches all the way from here to the store. It has to, he imagines, because he's sure that if anything were to happen to cause any sort of break in it, Spencer would know right away. He'd feel it. He has no powers to speak of, no magic like Joel's, but he's certain he'd feel it.

"I can't tell you how much I love him," he says, voice suddenly soft, just barely above a whisper and his eyes feel like they're glazing over because he can so perfectly picture Joel's beautiful face, those curls and the beard and what the feel like against Spencer's fingers. "It goes beyond words, he's-- I was so empty, Raleigh. Before I met him, I was so empty, and I had no idea. He changed everything for me. To go to sleep in his arms at night knowing that he'll be there in the morning, it's an amazing thing because I've never had that before. I've never been so absolutely certain about anything before. It wasn't the drinking that got me happy and giggly that night, it was Joel."

There's a brief silence between them and the burning of his cheeks doesn't go away because he can't quite believe he's just said all that out loud. He rubs the line of his jaw with the back of his knuckles and lets out a sheepish smile. "He clearly brings out quite a verbose side of me, as well. I am backing the bakery, by the way, I'd have thought that was a given. Well, perhaps not by you. It was a given for me."